From now on no Brooklyn music warehouse gathering will suffice unless there is at least a trapeze and $5 liquor buckets. This is only the basis now from here on out in reporting the strange.
The crowd was thin around eleven when the trickle turned into a flood of on comers looking for a night of electro, DJs and whatever the night would bring them. The new electronic sensation French Horn Rebellion was at the top of the spin. DJ brothers Robert and David Perlick-Molinari are being hailed by music media around the globe as they tour internationally they were gracing the night’s presence.
All the artists playing that night had full use of a moving van backed in through the garage outlined in decorative lights and 12 feet of dancing space in the back, complete with a trapeze swinging down over the audience which was used more as the night went on and fears were properly lubricated with excitement. The dance arena led into a drinking and mingling room where hordes of socializers, music publishers, and thirsty patrons took in the night.
Meanwhile, a six foot long Indian headdress was wandering the establishment looking for conversation matched with a couple of three foot mohawks sporting seven inch heels dancing the night into submission. They made quite a team a sincere addition to the scenery.
Forty Bushwickians turned into four hundred insatiable dancing fools crammed into the warehouse. We were all there taking in the night’s debaucheries of pulsing lights and beats. There was an epidemic of Medusa wriggles brought on by the insomniac noises of the Williamsburg underground turned mainstream by the DJ brothers. They were looking to lasso the moon and snagged the planets too.
Run wild friends. The venue, er warehouse that is, can’t be disclosed. They kept pushing smokers off to the other side of the entrance to keep from drawing attention, but the electronic heart beat that flooded the block was thumping in and out of the streets of Kent and 1st near Grasslands. Electro has never been top on my list but the beats lend for a hell of a show and these brothers put reverb into my bones.
Bless that music vortex, whatever it was.