Stop making sense

It’s kinda late, I’m kinda tired. I went to see the Rapture at the Mayan tonight. Yeah, uh huh. Whoo! Kids just wanna dance, and the Rapture have got their collective number. At one point I could’ve sworn they were covering P.I.L., but they weren’t. There was a serious Cure moment as well. But most of all, it was about that disco beat and a rumbling bass line, maybe a few faux metal histrionics on the guitar and don’t forget a heavy dose of cowbell giving and saxophone skronking. Just add young, up for it crowd of party people and you’ve got yourself a good time.

The Mayan is one trippy place. I’m convinced some crazy craziness has gone on in that building over the years. You can just feel it. It feels kind of eerie, but kind of hot at the same time. You know what I’m talking about. Check it out when you get a chance. It’s worth the trip. Hey, you’re already hanging out downtown anyway, right? We hear salsa night is redonkulous.