4.47  left together in spirit with the remnants of hot funk and baby powder on my skin.  I stumbled into the train back to brooklyn happy to pass the early morning hour ride revisiting the celebration on the dancefloor just minutes ago. In an attempt to disrupt the habit of eventually checking parties out when informed they will be no more or for some big bash, I mentally scold myself for not attending the party until the second anniversary. The reality of soulful house parties in the city is quickly diminishing so the need to savor what is left is even more pronounced.

subway riders on their way to work on this monday morning wonder why I look about with a dazed, stupid smile. if they only knew. if they could only imagine the blackbrownyellowivory bodies enjoying one another in sunday school dance. if they could see me running up and down the stairs enjoying the sounds of the other dj resident glenn thorton of the backlit coolness of the basement full of food and beats then up to the warm glow of the heated main dancefloor.  if they could wallow in the melodic shower of songs delicately laced with ‘thank you’s’ musically presented to the crowd by dj resident wil milton along side the vocal affirmations of brother conrad nesbit at the height of the dancefloor moment.  if they only knew what it means to be together in spirit.

wil milton, resident and conrad nesbitt, organizer

wanda, beautiful dancer

jacking my body

together in spirit on the dancefloor
 

keeping the beat

lovely musica working it
 

will and conrad thank the crowd

hot mama brenda
 

huggy bear aka ron paisly of hardsoul