Well, we see you’ve survived the holidays, not to mention the first week back to work; that calls for some celebration. We’re not even really sure how we survived. (Side note: When your extended family asks what you “do for fun,” like, don’t even bother.) But somehow, we made it through, and now, we’re back to another good-ole fog-filled sleepless weekend in Brooklyn. Home is where the fog is, right? This weekend, we have the Long Count/ Minimal Wave behemoth party with techno royalty Silent Servant on Friday, then another big (well, not Silent Servant big, but decently large) secret-location party Saturday with another heavy dose of techno for your soul. Plus lots of other smaller stuff to keep you grooving/convulsing/dancing/whatever all weekend. Welcome home.
It’s time to party. Oh, you’re tired? I know it’s been a long week, but you’re not tired. I mean, you might think you’re tired–but you’re not. You see, this is Brooklyn, where no matter what time a day or what day of the week, people (probably a big group of people) are celebrating and drinking and dancing somewhere. Celebrating what? Anything. Everything. Birthdays, holidays, triumphs, fashion, music, science, freedom, sexuality, growth, birth, life, death… but, underneath whatever they tell themselves they’re celebrating, they’re really celebrating Brooklyn. We all know Brooklyn is special. Not just because bars and clubs are open until four or because it’s never that hard to find a warehouse or roof raging until long after the sun comes up, although those things certainly don’t hurt. Brooklyn is special because of the energy that lives inside of it, the energy it graciously gives us, say for example, to get out of bed when we’re the most hungover we’ve ever been in our entire lives. And it’s the same energy that regularly drives us to work 12-hour days or ride our bike up the Williamsburg bridge. We deserve to take in that energy when we need it because when we finally celebrate, all that energy gets filtered right back into Brooklyn. So, hop to it. We’ve brought you a concise plan for the best late-night parties this weekend so you can cut through all the bullshit and get to celebrating. Celebrate everything. Celebrate Brooklyn, because you’ll sleep when you’re dead. Or even just when you don’t live in Brooklyn anymore.