Welcomed this year with arms outstretched screaming ya-hoo from the rooftop on East Huron where both Matt K and Lars Brose reside, in different lofty lofts. Fire marshals across the way, atop the NiMo building, with flashlights in hands were yelling at us, beaming at us, telling us to vacate the premises. We did not. We hid around the corner out of their view guarded by the elevator shaft structure, about 30 of us, hiding until 1 minute to midnight (2004) and then stormed around the corner for a celestial view of the pyros blown off the roof across the street. Fireballs, streams of sparkles, whoops of delight, poppings of corks. Lars had handed me at 10 to 2004 a magnum of champagne and as I exploded it I wondered where in Hell he was - I think he stayed in his loft fearing that the marshals would storm the roof and haul our collective asses off to the paddy wagon. They did not. Towards the end of the city-sponsored pyros I set off a shower Romanesque on the rooftop which caused small amounts of consternation amongst the 30. But the men with flashlights were too busy making sure that the fireballs didn't incinerate the venerable NiMo h.q.
Onwards we stormed to a few other parties, ending the night at Left Bank, where Laura sometimes works, a cascade of beer lolling across the floor at our feet as one tipsy barback had dropped a case of Sam Adams, tragically.
Now it's back to the video project. And points beyond.
New Year Love.