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one night only... the dancing dead

we're back, bitches!
oh dj nights, how i've missed you...

which is why it kicks ass that dom and i will be dj'ing next friday at the cabaret playhouse. i understand that it's been newly renovated since i last worked there, which means that there's more space to dance and that they've removed the stripper pole left over from the bar's previous incarnation. [i say this knowing full well that this is going to be a disappointment for many of you, but i'm told that the mirror wall is still in full effect, so smile.]

it's hard to believe that it's been almost a year since we did our last "caustic lounge" and even harder to believe that that was the last time we were behind the wheels of polymer. to be fair, we haven't actually sought out the opportunity, which is why we're lucky to have friends who lob the occasional softball into our glove.

for those of you who are in montreal, here's the information on how you can join us for this momentous event: 

the dancing dead
dj kali and mr. dna
10pm until... 
pay what you can!
cabaret playhouse 5656 avenue du parc [south of bernard, north of st. viateur]
public transit- the #80 bus [runs every ten minutes or less] stops almost directly in front

this is more of a dance/ beat-oriented event, so if you'd like to have a sense of what's going to get played, you might want to check out some of my past playlists from burning mondays

or to get a general sense of how we work together [in a less dancefloor atmosphere], please check out some of our playlists from the caustic lounge.

indeed, folks, we are thrilled to be back and we intend on making the most of it. however, this is a one-night-only opportunity [hence the title of the blog post? -ed.], so if you want to see and hear what we do, you have to show up on friday. very much looking forward to seeing you there!


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