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After getting off work and grabbing somewhat of a two hour nap (is that really a nap for an insomniac?) I woke up feeling like shit and honestly doubted whether I was gonna go. A couple of quick double vodka red-bulls, and I still felt craptacular, except now I wasn't gonna get back to sleep any time soon, so at 1:30 I decided to be a trooper and make the solo trip to the club.
Got there just shy of 2 to a small line up, and was in with in five minutes (hmmm, I've done both, and it always seems like the non-guestlist line moves faster, not that I was complaining on Sat). I must have walked into the track that SuperJimbo is talkin about, since the appetizer Johnny White had me right away and I danced my way to the bar for that first bottle of water and red bull. It's been said in the past how great a staff Sonic has, but I have to say that the girl working the bar is easily the most pleasant bartender I've ever dealt with, and after working in the industry for ten years, thats comparing a lot of bartenders.
Anyways, Mr. White did a fantastic job keeping the flow going and even building up towards Creamer's set. If he had his entire set planned out beforehand, then the extra couple of tracks that he got to throw down past three are a testament to how well he did, since they would have been off the cuff, but didn't stray from what he had been doing.
As far as Creamer goes, I have to say I was both impressed and disapointed with his set. I enjoyed all of the tracks he played, some for that nostalgic feel, and some for pure danceability, but I never really got the feeling of the direction he was going in. I've heard that he's more of a producer than a dj, and maybe that's indicative of why I felt he lacked a story line over a full length set. I was also bothered by all the stop-starts at the end of his set. I'm more than willing to forgive the occaissional occurence, as I realize that sometimes a mix refuses to work as planned and you need to bail on it, but that many times in that short a time-span can really kill a crowd.
Fortunately it didn't, as Behrouz definitely brought the main course for the night, along with dessert, the after-dinner coffee and even a shot of Baileys thrown into the mix. There's nothing that hasn't been said already about the quality of his set. Short and simple: He owned. Even after I was feeling 100% drained and normally would have gone home, I stayed for over an hour longer and just chilled to the music. When I realized it was just past eight and I didn't even have the energy left to walk home, I decided it was time to go. I probably would have stayed to the bitter end if I had gotten a full night's sleep the night before, but it just wasn't in the cards.
I've been going to Sonic at least once or twice a month since I moved to this city back in June, sometimes solo, sometimes with friends from Waterloo, and I need to say that the last two weeks have been, hands down, the best overall experiences I've had there. They've even eclipsed my usual heavyweight favorites such as Industry Reunion and Sneak's Birthday Beats. The crowds have been top-notch. It doesn't matter who was there or who wasn't there, as long as everybody was there to have a good time. The number of people with smiles on their faces all night long was incredible, and tells me that all were there for the music, which always leads to a better night imo. It was great to meet everyone I did, Shanny, Spitty, Rachel (again), and everybody else, as that only added to the night. Sorry I didn't talk much, but I never do. I think its a product of ADD. Hell, my friends usually consider going to a club with me to be the equivalent of playing Where's Waldo, since I rarely stay in the same place for too long and don't really make my presence known by talking.
Overall, this was a phenomenal night, the only downfall for myself being the lack of storytelling in Creamer's set, which can be easily overlooked by thinking about the quality of the individual tracks that he did play. Heading into a killer two weeks of work, I'm glad that this will be the party stuck in my head until my next night out, which should be a clusterfuck of a night, with Switch at Footwork, Saw Recordings at Sonic, and then Attalla at the Zone. I may need the two weeks to get myself ready to party again after burning myself out this weekend.
Cheers y'all.
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My sister in law was an oak tree,
or do I mean a manhole cover?
I've got a brain like a jukebox.
Here, didn't you kill my brother?
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