Transport v. 7 • @cactusclubmke • Friday, 4/25 • 10:30pm • $10 • 18+
Sounds that elicit thoughts in bodies, can’t quite call ‘em ideas as they have more texture than content. They're connected to this supple tissue, or maybe they – music, that is – are the connections between different tissues, you and others and other things also susceptible to music that arrive at each other and experiment, reflect the potentials of connection and relation and desire once we allow them to be more than strictly human things, whatever those are.
Whatever they are, this beat is more, pounding like a sunbeam through the nonsense, the baloney, the dumb words, the rubble of mind. Dance it off, the weight of thought, if you didn’t leave it at the door. Once you make it to the floor, you don’t need it any more.
@cooler_irl A veteran of the Midwest ravescape, Kitty Spit has tripped out stages at the Great Beyond, Musique Électronique, Smartbar, and Communion to name a few. Severely psychedelic, tenderly trippy, and definitely dancey, she’ll teach us to become effects, glittering with life for not even close to a second - the play of light on a wrinkled surface - before falling below again into the deep death of sleep. It’s worth trying; you can trust this Language Model.
@tickyslymmes spinning things that stretch the night way later than the date: freakish drums and tweaky acid lines and the thrum of things we can’t hear and that we can’t not feel summoned from these records pressed with blessings: pure elements no stressing the dressings. So drop the guise and close your eyes; you can trust this Language Model.