Men in Space

Last night I went to a party commemorating the April 12, 1961 flight of Yuri Gagarin. The flight that took the first human into space.

Space was the theme of the night. The main room was a icy, Hoth-like planet complete with geodesic living structure. Jason Bentley, Donald Gloude and Porter Tinsley played out some great sessions on the frozen wasteland. Donald Gloude did some live scratching which is always fun to see. My favorite DJ of the night was Porter Tinsley. Her beats just got my booty wiggling. Liana and I danced with fervor.

At one point a giant cargo door opened and the brightest light shone through the portal. It felt like Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Everyone was in silhouette like aliens crawling from the spacecraft.

In another part of the studio they had lined the wall with phosphorescent paper. Every thirty seconds a light would strobe burning the shadow of whomever was standing between the light and the wall into the phosphorescent paper. The image would fade in time and be replaced by the next burst of light. It was a striking effect beautiful and creepy. It reminded me of how people's shadows were burned into the wall in Hiroshima.


  Unfortunately cosmonaut Dudeinski could not attend.