unable to
apologise for since 1998.
He was selling MIDI workstations and communicating exclusively via a deep, sleazy whisper. She
was routing a fourteen-person LAN party at Stockholm's premier dial-up cyber café — on roller
skates, holding a tray of lattes, having turned down every producer in Scandinavia. They met in
a sauna. The sauna did not survive.
*Club Humidity — The Moist Mix 2002* is nineteen songs at exactly 138 beats per minute,
recorded at 94% relative humidity, with the engineers in ponchos. Leopard print. Ferraris that
belong to someone else. A dew point, reached repeatedly.
Fifty thousand capacity. Sold out. Stay moist.