Almost forgot... Last night

So last night was good too, by the way... I spun some records in the Astronete around 12.30 -- but just for about a half an hour. I only had the little box of 45s that I bought during my week in New York, along with some Slovenly stuff. I think I did alright, the people that were there seemed to be into it. (This is kind of a boring post, but that probably has something to do with my being bored. I'm at the Inferno club and there's a hardcore punk band playing that is pretty good but they've been playing for an hour already. I had had enough 20 minutes ago.) After me Claudio played and ruled again, though it wasn't the same as Thursday -- the sound ain't bad at Astronete, but Las Vegas's system was really pounding. Next came a duo onstage -- a drummer and a singer playing a moog. They make a horrible first impression by starting their set with a Nirvana cover. They never really made up for it. All night I'm getting a crash course in Portuguese from the Brazilians I'm trying to interact with. Despite my knowledge of Italian and Spanish, it ain't going too well. Like with French, I can understand much of written Portuguese. But I've got no clue how to pronounce it. Or decipher it when it's spoken to me. I'm trying, but it's telling that the phrase I remember best from last night's lessons is "foda se" -- FUCK IT. It was dawn before I snapped the last picture on my Holga and stumbled back to the air mattress at Claudio and Naomi's.