Namaste
Namaste at Kelly’s Mission Rock billed M3, Ellen Ferrato, and Mark Farina, among others. Free before ten. No way I was going to miss that. I arrived at 9:25, waited for fifteen minutes and was just about the fifth person through the door.
M3 was on the decks first in the main house room. The crowd was almost non-existent for a while. After a while, I began to smell Drakkar and knew what kind of crowd it was going to be, probably to see Mark Farina. In this genre of music, he’s the only person many have heard of and all those thick-necked motherfuckers who want a little taste of Asian pussy are out in droves, sporting their Fubu and Drakkar and shoving randomly through the dancefloor, ready to get into a fight for whatever reason. Just what we fucking needed.
The music, however, was nothing short of spectacular. M3 banged hard on the decks. Ellen Ferrato came later, making the speakers scream in protest, and inducing even the most pissed headnodder to get down. Mark Farina closed it out, lambasting our ears with beautifully deep SF house. Ernie and Fe Ann were there. And I got to see Sally for the first time in a few months.
When Mark Farina took over, most of the dancefloor upstairs was tightly packed with this huge number of people who were doing nothing but standing and trying to watch the DJ. I’ve never seen so many gawkers at once. Damn.
Next week, M3 and John Howard and Markie are putting on a Green Gorilla party there. It should be fun.