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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 06.03.13

two more years! two more years! thanks very much to everyone who turned out to the second anniversary of the caustic lounge. i'm a little late getting this post up, but that doesn't mean it wasn't a great time. i'd like to especially thank the wonderful mr. eric b for showing up with cupcakes. those of you who are friends on facebook know that i had been craving a cupcake- in vain- for about two weeks. so you can be happy that someone took the bull by the frosted horns and now you don't have to hear me complain anymore. 

there were a few "wtf" moments, of course, particularly when someone managed to unplug the whole system. [i'd like to note that this has happened twice now at the caustic lounge, both times during my set. criticism noted, hipsters.] but by and large it was a fun and far-ranging musical adventure. many thanks to the friendly and hard-working staff at le cagibi for all their help. 

on the facebook page we did for this event, i asked if anyone remembered what the very first track ever played at the caustic lounge was. no one did, myself included. luckily, i was able to look it up on this blog [it's so useful to me] and so i chose to kick things off in exactly the way they'd been kicked off in 2011. 

our next outing will be on april 3rd, os if you're in the montreal area, i encourage you to come and check it out!

warning!!! as i was doing this blog post, i managed to somehow delete my playlist. i have a partially completed one, but i can't guarantee it's 100% accurate. 

dj kali

a.c. marias :: trilby's couch
the residents :: weight-lifting lulu
severed heads :: petrol
hunting lodge :: tribal warning shot
cabaret voltaire :: yashar
die krups :: wahre arbeit wahre lohn
d.a.f. :: der mussolini
die form :: automatic death
aaimon :: choke
cultural amnesia :: dialogue of skull and soul
bene gesserit :: tourdorizon musikal
scremin' jay hawkins :: i hear voices
pimentola :: death is a secret
death in june :: winter eagle
lingouf :: rovo dot oftog
novy svet and o paradis :: en moloko
november novelet :: dancing queen
devo :: s.i.b.
novy svet :: en possession de te

mr. dna 

james brown :: funky drummer
public enemy :: don't believe the hype
parliament :: flash light
ice cube :: wicked
ministry :: we believe
skinny puppy :: deep down trauma hounds
revolting cocks :: union carbide
lard :: the power of lard
black flag :: six pack
hüsker dü :: newest industry
descendents :: i'm not a loser
fugazi :: styrofoam
ramones :: rock and roll high school
the damned :: i just can't be happy today
future of the left :: manchasm
sonic youth :: schizophrenia
p.j. harvey :: rid of me
slint :: good morning, captain
the cure :: faith
pavement :: half a canyon
wall of voodoo :: call of the west

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