a blog with cultural bulimia.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

5 a.m.

"5 a.m. meant the morning sky was starting to drift onto the dance floor through the skylights of a dark disco while the music slowed to a sleazy and tweaked rhythm...or the sound of trash trucks and the smell of fog rising off the asphalt on the way home--and the power that came from knowing how special it was to be on the streets of L.A., San Francisco or New York City at 5 a.m."
Disco Mornings/Video Nights:
From Trocadero Transfer to Paradise Garage & Everything In Between