I went to the corner and stood on top of a bench so I was facing directly at Christian. Sweet. I started clicking my camera away, "pfffff~ pffff~" flash, everywhere. The crowd was jumping around for a minute, then would stand for a minute, then jumping for a minute. I liked it. But as the watch ticked by, I felt the energy dying down. I got out of my spot and walked toward the door. I met few other people I know, from boards and non-board people. I don't really like to socialize when I want to check out DJ's, so I kept my greeting short and brief. Then I started getting bored...bored...bored... Then my allergy started acting up. My eyes were hurting, I couldn't open my eyes and they started tearing. Boohoo... Poor ventilation, tired eyes, go figure. But that didn't stop me from dancing side by side, up and down, back and forth.

Boom boom, is it her? No. Boom cht boom cht, is it her? Nope. My friends and I kept doing that back and forth. And oh yes, here is Mistress Barbara.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM... Holy mother fawk! So this is what it's all about. She dropped a bomb! The place was set on fire, Jesus Christ, chick DJ's are so hot! I almost peed in my pants. It's my first time seeing her, oh god, people were going wild! Her vibe was unbelievable, I could not believe what I was hearing or seeing. I had to literally crawl my way towards her, and in order for me to get good snaps of her from the angle that I wanted, I waited for fawkin' 40 minutes. There was a lame chick standing next to me who just stood there like a dead zombie, and she would not give up her spot. I wanted to smack her with my elbow just to get my picture, but I patiently waited. And this tall dufus in front of me was going crazy. Actually, I liked that. I love people going crazy and dancing like they don't give a shit about other people. Isn't it what us board people all about? Joy of good music...bangin' DJ's and bootylicious vibe... I screamed with joy, danced covered in sweat...then I lost my patience. "Excuse me, let me take some pictures!" I pushed them aside, and started taking pictures. I'm pretty tall for an Asian chick, or any chick that is...but I felt so short, was very envious of these 8 ft tall giants taking pictures with their digital cameras.

I left at exactly 2 am, that's the time I planned to leave, and that's where I put an end. I fell asleep on my way home and fockers decided to run A express...so when I got up, I was all the way up on 125th. Sniff. I got off, waited for the downtown train...and while at it, I put on my Richie Hawtin in my ears. Boom cht cht cht, boom cht cht cht... A couple of people came up to me and asked me what I was listening to, and I introduced them to the world of Richie Hawtin and Vinyl. I wasn't about to let them go to Exit and Soundfactory... "Oh yeah, Webster Hall is the best!" Oh god... Lost cause? Who knows.

As I got off on 86th street and put away my walkman, I heard nothing but the sound of chilly wind and my breath coming in and out of my mouth. My ears are shot, shoulda brought a pair of earplugs that I don't own. But I sure had a good time. Don't expect a tracklist from me, I'm not like that, I just know what I like, hear what is good and trainspot only when I feel like it. It was a good night, shame on you people who didn't show up. But there will always be a next time. Good night. Buuuuuurp~ And beer gives me mad gas. " />
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Mistress Barbara @ Baktun
by sista kimchee: 04-22-2002

10:30 pm. I decided to go to Baktun anyway, then realized I didn't have any clean pants left. So I went through my dirty clothes pile in the corner of my room and took out a pair of pants that I only wore...twice. I put on my beany hat and my favorite red Dr. Seuss shirt(covered with holes) and headed down to Baktun. I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes, I was at 14th already.

I strolled down like a lazy bum, then as I entered the club, WOOOOSH! The heat and smell of sweat was oozing out all over. Oh yeah baby, this is what I'm talking about. I scurried around the crowded room and felt the vibe. Nice...the DJ...huh? That's not DJ Dan! I recognized his face from my previous visit to Baktun, but I wasn't sure who it was. As I grabbed a bottle of Amstel Light and studied the drunken mass behind the screen. Hm... not a bad crowd for a Monday night. And as I moved around a bit, I started noticing familiar faces. Boom boom boom boom... Holy fawk! The music was banging, and I saw Noiseboy. "Yeah, it's not DJ Dan, it's Christian Smith." Ah...I see. But man, he was banging.

I went to the corner and stood on top of a bench so I was facing directly at Christian. Sweet. I started clicking my camera away, "pfffff~ pffff~" flash, everywhere. The crowd was jumping around for a minute, then would stand for a minute, then jumping for a minute. I liked it. But as the watch ticked by, I felt the energy dying down. I got out of my spot and walked toward the door. I met few other people I know, from boards and non-board people. I don't really like to socialize when I want to check out DJ's, so I kept my greeting short and brief. Then I started getting bored...bored...bored... Then my allergy started acting up. My eyes were hurting, I couldn't open my eyes and they started tearing. Boohoo... Poor ventilation, tired eyes, go figure. But that didn't stop me from dancing side by side, up and down, back and forth.

Boom boom, is it her? No. Boom cht boom cht, is it her? Nope. My friends and I kept doing that back and forth. And oh yes, here is Mistress Barbara.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM... Holy mother fawk! So this is what it's all about. She dropped a bomb! The place was set on fire, Jesus Christ, chick DJ's are so hot! I almost peed in my pants. It's my first time seeing her, oh god, people were going wild! Her vibe was unbelievable, I could not believe what I was hearing or seeing. I had to literally crawl my way towards her, and in order for me to get good snaps of her from the angle that I wanted, I waited for fawkin' 40 minutes. There was a lame chick standing next to me who just stood there like a dead zombie, and she would not give up her spot. I wanted to smack her with my elbow just to get my picture, but I patiently waited. And this tall dufus in front of me was going crazy. Actually, I liked that. I love people going crazy and dancing like they don't give a shit about other people. Isn't it what us board people all about? Joy of good music...bangin' DJ's and bootylicious vibe... I screamed with joy, danced covered in sweat...then I lost my patience. "Excuse me, let me take some pictures!" I pushed them aside, and started taking pictures. I'm pretty tall for an Asian chick, or any chick that is...but I felt so short, was very envious of these 8 ft tall giants taking pictures with their digital cameras.

I left at exactly 2 am, that's the time I planned to leave, and that's where I put an end. I fell asleep on my way home and fockers decided to run A express...so when I got up, I was all the way up on 125th. Sniff. I got off, waited for the downtown train...and while at it, I put on my Richie Hawtin in my ears. Boom cht cht cht, boom cht cht cht... A couple of people came up to me and asked me what I was listening to, and I introduced them to the world of Richie Hawtin and Vinyl. I wasn't about to let them go to Exit and Soundfactory... "Oh yeah, Webster Hall is the best!" Oh god... Lost cause? Who knows.

As I got off on 86th street and put away my walkman, I heard nothing but the sound of chilly wind and my breath coming in and out of my mouth. My ears are shot, shoulda brought a pair of earplugs that I don't own. But I sure had a good time. Don't expect a tracklist from me, I'm not like that, I just know what I like, hear what is good and trainspot only when I feel like it. It was a good night, shame on you people who didn't show up. But there will always be a next time. Good night. Buuuuuurp~ And beer gives me mad gas.

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