I didn't get any pictures of the show last night, my apologies. To be honest the best pictures wouldn't have been of A-Trak or his fantastic light show but of every single known cliche in Victoria collectively gettin the fuck down. Plaid flanel button-down: Jivin. Exco Hoodie, hat, and sweatpants....crypt walkin'. Girl in Neon: lettin her hair down. Girl with RayBan's- Givin me a partial. It was hard to choose between keepin your face locked on the stage or dancing that same face off. Robot Rock brought about the same size cheer as Ain't Nothin but a G-Thang and both were shreaded by the hands of A-Trak over the audience before being baked by the kalediscope of sexual heat that shone sporadically from behind the man.
I don't think there is any live act that could bring a town like ours together better.
I can admit that I got stuck watching. Not that I didn't wanna dance but I had a feeling I wouldn't get to see this caliber of a performance in the near future. All other DJ's were put to shame, not cause he wanted to rub it in but cause he wanted the club to go that hard. And did I mention?..Ed Hardy/Christian Audigier were workin the lean back. Wifebeater was gettin jiggy. Guy in the concert t-shirt....losin his fuckin shit.
"Wats good Victoria?"
You are, ya sly motherfucker.
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