Staple
Staple. Brett Dancer on the 1200s. Jesus Christ. At midnight, when Brett took the tables, he brewed up a storm that had us all breathless at the end of the night. Very beautiful deep house that just kept giving. Surrounded by beautiful people, ample floor space, and the most incredible music, I almost had to crawl back out to my car. Naturally, I forgot to bring a dry shirt. Finish off with a really small order of fries at Denny’s and it wasn’t a bad night overall.
Next Saturday, Jenö is spinning at Staple. You should come out, if you live anywhere in Northern California. Because, like, damn.