Got on the bus ready to cut loose & kick back
as we walked into the club the DJ dropped my favorite Royskopp track
a promising harbinger of things to come
4 hours of getting down in a club called Platinum
with paparazzi & poseurs
party people & jet lagged Burnetters
local leading lights getting jiggy amongst displaced jet setters
sipping on an bottomless supply of Belvedere Vodka & sampling the sights
Bottle service in the VIP section under lavender disco lights
I slipped away from the group to check out the floor
Bought a Heineken and watched people pour through the door
to see the band at the center of all this hype
they weren't so much raw as they were ripe
the music wasn't bad but their act was tripe
they faked their way through a set lip synching to MP3s
filming a raucous live music video so they could become celebrities
they weren't even playing their instruments, just hamming it up for the crowd,
most of whom were fooled cause it looked good & sounded loud...
pretending to shred a solo with a crazed look in his eyes
if you're not gonna play for real don't bother to plug in
cause some of us know the difference between real blues and mugging...
but the night evolved
I drank more vodka till I felt absolved
found myself dancing till the stress released
surrendered to the body till my worries ceased
pacified, prostrating to the pounding blends
surrounded by souls ascending & some righteous friends
the DJ wasn't fakin' & he had mad skills
a sweet, sick selection filled with unpredictable thrills...
i looked around
everywhere
women with lithe legs & cruel eyes
sharing coy smiles & exposed thighs
statuesque profiles & shapely silhouettes
with men wrapped around their fingers like domesticated pets
big burly guys rocking buzz cuts & cigarettes
standing beside dolls in hot boots & mini dresses
brunettes with soft bangs in sky high heels
girls with highlights too impossibly blonde to be real...
...as the subwoofers slowly bumped us towards oblivion
the dancefloor filled with movements both graceful & simian
i thought it might be time to leave
but the DJ dropped Parliament then Prince,
and a couple tracks I haven't heard since high school
then a sick James Brown remix that utterly rules...
I surrendered to the moment & stayed with my crew
then he dropped a sick House remix of electric avenue
and my booty started doing what booties are meant to do....
"we're gonna rock down to electric avenue, and then we'll take it higher..."
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