fifteen years of djing. fifteen years of records, dark rooms, cheap headphones, impossible transitions, and digging for hours just to find one mediocre track. fifteen years of dancing until the floor disappeared and dreaming so hard it felt like a plan.
yesterday, hungover, I scrolled through old photos and got jumped by that sweet nostalgia. a whole life where all I wanted was to play the loudest music in the smallest possible room.
I remember how hard it was to get in. carrying bags, waiting for chances. hoping someone would let me play an hour longer. and somehow being SO grateful just to hear your song on a big system.
maybe things really were simpler. or maybe nostalgia just adds soft light to old chaos.
either way, the feeling never left.
so after many years, a new format is opening. a space where everybody can apply and play. no hierarchy, no cool kids energy, no perfect looks.
outsiders, paradise birds, dancers, collectors, shy selectors, beautiful weirdos, friendly neighbors. you are all welcome!
this thursday, every thursday, may 14, 9th floor. free entry, 18:30 till midnight.
@aurarooftop_athens
come dance to the cacophony. the messy noise of people showing up because a shared moment still means something 🌀
