The lamp could not see the red spattering of the second dawn on the setting sun of Friday nor the High Life which freely runs through the streets in front of a death by audio.
Has it already been a year since NYC first sampled the forbidden fruits of the Golden Triangle’s fertile harvest? Though addictive, and even sometimes lethal, its offerings induce a rush of such tremendous sensuality that spectators from all corners of the tri-state are willing to sacrifice anything to merely bask in the blinding glow for only a half-hour. The Triangle’s epic coming of age story, one you mustn’t forget spans seven entire dog-years, from infancy to toddlerism, hasn’t only been marked by the conflicting synthesis of both triumph and tragedy that typifies only the finest and most universal classics of the literary canon, but is also the contemporary embodiment of the Sphinx’s renowned riddle from Sophocles' second Theban play, Oedipus the King:
What is the creature that walks on twelve legs in the morning, twelve legs at noon and twelve in the evening?
The answer, my rabid little music junkies, is the indubitable power of the timeless cacophony and artful mayhem of the one, the only, the mighty - Golden Triangle. Now wipe the drool from your festering mouth and here this...
The arthropodal hermaphroditic birthday child will perform alongside Knyfe Hits, Red Dawn II, and Robot Death Cult. New York Night Train’s Mr. Jonathan Toubin will spin birthday party hits for the children’s dancing pleasure and twist balloon animals for the adults.
beautiful music. made the day brighter. hopefully my brooklyn visit at the end of march coincides with a show that you play! much love and joy from atlanta.
