somewhere
near where the mothership took off
lies the way
through house.

oh, that house with all that
measured simplicity and
complex context
it's a soul thing,
a spiritual thing
weaving off the cheese in the breeze.

(my first thoughts about the party that eventually became Ploosh!)

You drive to the map point at 20th & Tennessee, and walk over to the big bus (can't miss it.) At the bus you exchange your ticket for a small plush bunny, and are instructed to walk around the corner to the party itself.

Entering the building, you find yourself in a high-ceilinged room filled with funk. Your ass is shakin' before your eyes can adjust to the spinning disco lights.

A couple days ago my friend and favorite house DJ, Phil Lockwood (of Visualize Records), left a message on our answering machine in which he mentioned that he'd like to hear what I'm doing musically...so I figured I should finish another track.

Until yesterday this was saved as "dub work in progress," but now I call it "Dude." Why? You'll see.