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throw back to throw forward: a second attempt at #tbt

although i don't personally  have older photos of myself, other people apparently have them. someone posted this long ago on facebook and it's since disappeared from there, but not before i saved it so that i could remember that:

1. i used to have a truly ridiculous amount of hair;

2. even my young, normally black-clad self had an inkling that bright, zany patterns suited me. if this dress hadn't been accidentally welded  to a plastic bag and left with scorch marks [thanks to a car with an overheating muffler], i'd still be wearing it, i'm certain;

3. i've been dj kali for a very long time.

dj kali, the cyberhippie years
this particular image was taken at a noisy techno/ rave event i helped organise in 1994 and there i am, as kali, on the wheels of steel [with vinyl, biatches!].

of course, you don't have to travel back in time to see me dj. you could just turn up tomorrow night at cabaret playhouse for out of step, an evening of fun and spooky sounds with dj kali and mr. dna. think of it as a pre-halloween evening to get you in the mood, with the usual array of post-punk, new wave, no wave, cold wave, microwave, industrial, electro, flexi-pop, death rock, noisy, moody, edgy, groovy things to make you tap your feet and get all the way down.

if you're in the montreal area, i hope to see you there. the hair will be different, the dress will be different, the particular musical selections will be different, but the fun is eternal.

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