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Want to hear about the best night of my life?
..We take out beers from the bar and lean against the wall, near a nice potted plant. The DJ begins to play. We talk, developing our plan. Should we go to the beer garden across the way? How do we make up for missing the show? All the time the DJ’s music is crawling up my leg, bouncing, twitching, so that I carry on my conversation with my hips moving to the beat against my own volition. “Hey let’s stick around here…wait and see what this guy plays.”
The DJ proceeded to play track after track that kept me and my buddy spinning around dancing for hours… He played the most amazing rock and roll from every bygone nook, cranny and corner… he looked into those crevices of forgotten music and plucked out some gems… This is what it must be to be a whirling dervish! I was completely utterly entranced.
You know when you are at a club and there is a great DJ…but every once in a while he/she slips up and plays a song that isn’t so great so you finally have a chance to take a break? No one can possibly dance for 4 hours straight, right? Wrong. This music was too good. I swear all of the Swiss must have thought we were on coke or something crazy to be able to dance that long, but it was just because the music was so good…every time a song ended and we thought we could rest… the beat of a new song would sweep us back up again. I felt like a marionette… My feet are killing me. We have been dancing for 2 hours non stop but I am a girl with a boy and I refuse to be a pussy by complaining. I have blisters. I will not complain. Thank god! He looks up, sweat dripping, smile wide, “I have blisters!” he says.
“I do too” I say
“I don’t care” he says
“I don’t care either” I say
You couldn’t have smacked the smile off our faces.
We are in our own world. At one point a song ends and my friend looks up, like Odysseus waiting for another ridiculous task and asks “what the hell is this dude gonna play next?”
I answer, jokingly, “Gogol Bordello.”
At this point in Geneva, my friend who is from Brooklyn, (where Gogol Bordello is basically rooted) and myself are the only people in Geneva who know about this band. I threw it out there as a total joke, thinking of the most remote and unlikeliest band that would possibly be played. Basically like suggesting that Howard Stern will be featuring some Tuvan throat singers on his next show.
The next song played? Baro Foro by Gogol Bordello. We smile as if string theory finally makes sense. When something is too ridiculous to be true it is ultimately easier to accept it as true and quite pleasing…
Hours pass……many blisters are gained that will proudly be worn as dance/battle wounds for days……before we leave I run up to the stage to thank the dj for the best night of dancing ever…his name is DJ Scratchy.
