It's Saturday night. 
Not this cursed one where we're all stuck at home binge watching something or whatnot, but another Saturday night altogether; one where clubs are open and you are able to indulge in a following scenario: 

It doesn't start at the beginning as it usually does. It starts sometime in the middle of the night or better yet, early morning hours with you being above the urinal of your favourite nightclub and all you can hear is the throbbing of the bass emanating from the dancefloor. There's a break coming and it's peak time yo. Holy shit this is it. You splash some water over your hands and face and rush yourself to the dancefloor to be blown away by the monstrous but crisp soundsystem. Friends all around, warm inviting bodies surround you but all you do is close your eyes just enough so you can barely see the flashing lights. Limbs turn loose and you forget about everything. Nothing there but the blissful sonic pressure and movement of your body. 
All. Night. Long.
From there things gradually get slower and slower, tempo decreases or so it seems, as your body builds up the fatigue. It don't matter, you're still moving to the rhythm. And it goes on and on, until everybody scatters home eventually. Whirling around still you get yourself home to feed and hydrate yourself before getting some sleep while still buzzing with joy of the night you just had.

We'll get there again one day. In the meantime enjoy this mixtape I guess.

Dancing To A Halt

a music lover, spinning occasionally. One part of @deeportdjs collective, based in Podgorica, Montenegro

Dancing To A Halt

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