Staple
Mike Grant was on deck tonight for the last installment of Staple‘s “Detroit in SF” month. He spun a very infectious set of Detroit house, alot of funky, soulful, electronic strains that kept us dancing until the lights.
Ended up in a dance circle with a bunch of breakdancers. I held my own when I summoned the courage to step into the circle, but by then, I was pretty much wasted, physically, after dancing and singing with Dana, Patrick (who has an uncanny ability to come up and need to say something to me right as I’m starting to get into some serious stepping), and his delightful girl, Geneva.
A sweaty night that ended well—a conversation with a pair of regulars, including Dana. Damn. What a night.