casa del popolo

Tonight at Casa, we met for xmas goodbye drinks at 8. At 9, a "show" started. Loud, screechy, isolated sounds, both electronic and organic. And by organic, I mean: the guys was playing his housekeys. Then we were asked to contribute (monetarily) to the making, so that we could continue to talk amongst ourselves.

So we moved to the couches in the back and giggled our stifled asses off. Cathy actually said "this music is making me aggressive", which is astonishing coming from her. Most precious was the second artist, who used his grandfather's synthesizers (recently inherited) to shake out a slow, then unrecognizably fast, then slow, rendition of "Girl from Ipanema". wow, intense. Genevieve nearly died.

Best of all, I got to ask the night's money man (the guy asking us to contribute) if he knew how much the brownies were selling for. He replied "I love being mistaken for someone who works here." To which I said "No, I know you don't work here. I just wanted to know about the brownies."

They must have hated us. I may get stopped the next time I cross over into Mile End.

in attendance (in order of exit): Mike, Beni, Gen, Janius, Cathy, Saya & friend Ken.