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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 04.05.11

well, it was another groovy get-down at the caustic lounge and, as always, great to see everyone come out. [meaning come out for the night... i'm not outing anyone. your secrets are safe with me.] despite a late start, things stayed hoppin until well later than we had intended... in fact, i've noticed that every time we do this, the end time creeps slightly later. by the end of summer, one would assume this will be an all-night event.

dj kali's poisonous potpourri

hilt :: birdwatcher
drahomira song orchestra :: came out of the earth
death in june :: love murder
severed heads :: gusests
zola jesus :: night
clock dva :: axiomatic and heuristic
novy svet + foresti di ferro :: sogni di piombo
blessure grave :: open or shut
cocteau twins :: wax and wane
tuxedomoon :: new machine
position parallele :: emission
xeno and oaklander :: saracen
devo :: snowball
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
klangstabil :: anti-communication
nightmare lodge :: negative planet

mr. dna's straight outta cbgb's set

talking heads :: new feeling/ a clean break
richard hell & the voidoids :: down at the rock and roll club
ramones :: do you remember rock n roll radio?
new york dolls :: jet boy
misfits :: some kinda hate
bad brains :: pay to cum
the cramps :: domino
suicide :: ghost rider
laurie anderson :: from the air
patti smith :: gloria
johnny thunders & the heartbreakers :: chinese rocks
dictators :: master race rock
television :: marquee moon
blondie :: [i am always touched by your] presence dear
the feelies :: everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey
devo :: gut feeling/ slap your mammy
the damned :: i just can't be happy today
sonic youth :: rain on tin
richard hell & the voidoids :: another world
suicide :: keep your dreams

Comments

rockier, cookier, cooler...love the two voidoid bits....greetings from hackney, london...byers

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