Tokyo Thursdays are such an unholy union of music, people, and drinks that the club got busted last time, and is out for the count this week. That's why the whole evening is moving into exile. Under the watchful eye of our Chiang Kia Shek Lookout, we'll be moving a little further south for a temporary stay in the old digs of Panthere Noire - last summer's flash-in-the-pan club that unceremoniously disappeared after a couple of months.
This Thursday, and this Thursday only, I'll be playing along with CFCF (Mike Silver), which is always a bunch of fun and sometimes involves a bit too much talk about Fleetwood Mac.
If you're like me, you probably love Cut Copy and don't like Elton John. Well, Cut Copy have been notoriously slack in the music-making department since their last album, but thank God friends and fellow countrymen Knightlife have stepped in to fill some of the void for polished floor-filling electro-house. As for Mr. John, I've never been much of a fan, despite my mother's undying love for the little guy. Nonetheless, this edit courtesy of recovering English acid-house head Ashley Beedle passes the dancefloor test.
This Thursday, and this Thursday only, I'll be playing along with CFCF (Mike Silver), which is always a bunch of fun and sometimes involves a bit too much talk about Fleetwood Mac.
If you're like me, you probably love Cut Copy and don't like Elton John. Well, Cut Copy have been notoriously slack in the music-making department since their last album, but thank God friends and fellow countrymen Knightlife have stepped in to fill some of the void for polished floor-filling electro-house. As for Mr. John, I've never been much of a fan, despite my mother's undying love for the little guy. Nonetheless, this edit courtesy of recovering English acid-house head Ashley Beedle passes the dancefloor test.
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