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We left early. I think trance, as it is being produced right now, has officially lost most of it's appeal for both barosoap and I. If Eddie and Ferry haven't been able to do it for us the last two times we've actually had expectations of having a good night out at a quasi-trance party, it's gone.
BTW, wtf happened to Crobar? When we got there at 1, there were more people in line getting there coats than checking them in. The club was empty, our regular bartender wasn't there, and the mezzanine was closed. Also, the sound fucking sucked. Barosoap was wearing foam earplugs after her accident the other week, so it sounded muffled to her anyhow, but to me, it was completely distorted, especially near the back of the floor close to the bar.
On the plus side, the decor of the club, with the frosted panels that light up near the upstairs DJ booth and the "festival-like" neon stilt person walking around, was cool.
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"Go back to bed america your government is in control
Here's American Gladiators, here is 56 channels of it,
Watch these picturary retards bang their fuckin' skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom,
Here you go America you are free to do as we tell you
We want your soul
Your cash, your house, your phone, your cash, your house, your life" -Adam Freeland - We Want Your Soul
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