With post-Field Day rejection of clubbing pleasure due to mounting credit card debts and seriously troubling short-term memory loss driving us all to break one if not all New Year’s Resolutions the timing of Clean and Serene could not have been better.
My fellow party-goers and I thought we’d really get behind the Old School play list by reliving the heady days of the same vintage as the tunes we were aching to hear.
As such, we’d started the night early at a mates place sampling red fizzy drinks, moving to another bar ordering the most ridiculous concoctions our youngish minds could construct and then it was time to descend in true year twelver style on the Burdekin.
Clean and Serene never fails to leave me without a large grin on my face, whether that’s attributable to the great tunes, the familiar faces or my occasional excesses I’m not one to presuppose. With my old school teen behaviour in full flight, I found time to interview a couple of the locals and gained the overwhelming impression that the C & S crew were well up for having a huge night and quite prepared to come back and do it all again!!
In Sydney’s fickle clubbing scene, what inspires such dedication and devotion, I thought to myself while stumbling upstairs to find the ladies’ room? Mo Funk was beginning to answer my question a little as I found my dancing feet. It was also at about this time that an attack of the guilts crashed through my brainwaves. I knew there was no way I’d remember the details that inthemix would expect me to review – how was the music -hmm I really don’t think the description “awesome” would cover it.
Wave of guilt gone along with another shot, phew is it getting hot in here or is it just me. By now the crowd were all looking quite hot and I was getting even more crazy on the dance floor – yes this was really reminiscent of my exploits of the early nineties.
The shift on the DJ booth had turned and it was time for some toe tickling tunes from the ever impressive Jackster. The life blood of this man must truly be clean and serene and my dancing shoes continued to get a caning. Me starting to feel like a sweaty mess now – clearly having a ball.
Time was flying by and Tom n Terri were up for action. As pleasing to the eye as they are to the decks, they worked the crowd with finesse, in the fracas I’d misplaced my friends, but it wasn’t long till we were reunited yet again.
Tazman is a perennial favourite in my books, never shy of throwing something in that really takes you off guard and keeps you moving. If only I’d worn sensible shoes, if only I’d not had those last three shots, but things were about to come to a messy end for this clubber and I started to remember why the last ten years were a bit of a daze as I crawled outside and found a cab. I do have vague recollections of a stunning conversation about the meaning of life with the driver though – if only I knew what was said.
Ah next time, I’ll be back – much more Clean and Serene and able to give the C & S boys my undivided attention – really peeved that I missed Mike McGrath – he rocks – and I’m told was excellent.
