..and walks out twelve hours later. That night I was to DJ with Sam at Trophy Bar a couple of weeks back? Well, we lost roommate Kyle (above, right) in there somewhere at the end of the evening-and it turns out he was rather lost himself. Read about it in Cara Buckley's piece in the New York Times, and check out some photos from the night below. The only correction of fact I have to offer is that when Kyle's friend came and tried to wake me up out of a post-DJ/many beered slumber, he said that Kyle was locked in some industrial space somewhere and that we needed to go find him. I reckoned that unless he could tell us where it was we weren't going to find him and it sounded like he was safe, at least, and went back to bed.
Good times, good times. What the article doesn't mention is that the music (by Sam) was off the chain, and that we all danced our asses off until closing. To purchase a mix from Sam that's very similar to the groove that started all the good trouble check out his MySpace page.
Sammy on the ones and twos
Note sweaty t-shirts.
That banquette on the right is where Kyle would be napping in a couple hours.
Kyle there on the left, not long before he failed to exit the bar and entered bar lore forever.
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