DJ Aviva treated us to some RADICAL jamz on Wed (6/3), from the 90s (and beyond). We got hella jiggy with dope moves on the floor, steaming up the place, opening a can of whoop-ass on those beats. Then we dot.com crashed to Enya. I was all, “Now I’ve totally got to bounce, ’cause I need to shower at my crib. I’m outtie!” Then everybody went home and read the Delia’s catalog.
The 4-1-1, homeslices!