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dj kali @ kamikaze dive 2010.03.27

punk rawk!!! ok, didn't plan it this way, but the set and the audience got all punk, so i just went with it. i will also say that this night brought the dumbest audience member statement in my dj'ing life:

"i'm not into this, can you play some old punk?"

i was playing the damned at the time. thankfully most of the crowd had brain cells and a modicum of taste.

sort of wish i'd realised i had a sprained ankle before i danced for an hour after my set...

wire - i am the fly
the cramps - garbageman
devo - satisfaction
x - we're desperate
the runaways - cherry bomb
gun club - sex beat
pailhead - don't stand in line
alien sex fiend - r.i.p.
oto - blue arrow
human hands - i got mad
chrome - in a dream
john foxx - underpass
spk - metal field
clock dva - the act
sleep chamber - dominatrix
ait! - i wanna be your mann
killing joke - follow the leaders
perverse teens - la divine
devo - freedom of choice
joy division - digital
screamin' jay hawkins - i put a spell on you
synapscape - spill
haus arafna - satanas and friends
severed heads - now an explosive new movie
blank dogs - night night
the cure - one hundred years
the damned - lively arts
stiff little fingers - roots, radicals, rockers and reggae
the ramones - sheena is a punk rocker
iggy and the stooges - search & destroy
dead kennedys - moon over marin
siouxsie & the banshees - hong kong garden
x ray specs - oh bondage! up yours
misfits - hatebreeders
magazine - the light pours out of me
novy svet - en possession de te

so if you were there and enjoyed it, or weren't there and think you might have enjoyed it, remember that tomorrow, march 29th, is officially the last burning monday (following the last blue monday comedy show... it's all so sad...) and i'll be there to help send it out in style.

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