Alexa’s gallery

Three days until East End Dubs takes over Sonorama and I'm already three mixes deep with zero plans to sleep. The kitchen counter won the argument about where I'd listen. Come take the floor spot?

Eleven days until Jeff Mills takes over Plaza Mayor and I've had the Liquid Room mix on repeat since I got home. Clothes lost the argument somewhere around track three. Come turn the volume up with me?

Sixteen hours of bass ahead of me tonight, so this morning is pure prep — boots taped, bag stuffed, and I'm still deciding if anything else goes on with this. Tell me you'd last until sunrise with me.

One quiet day between two festivals, so I'm milking it — black coffee, cold tile under bare feet, and nowhere to be. Tomorrow is a sixteen-hour marathon at Salón Amador and I plan to survive every hour of it. Tell me what you'd add to my cup?

Funkoween turned Comuna 13 into a full street party and for once I left the dark rooms behind. Bass bouncing off the murals down there and the costume prize already has my name on it — think you could pull me away?

Tomorrow's psytrance Halloween at Rama Sound Garden already has me too wired to sleep. Made it through the door and everything else hit the floor — coming to bed or making me wait?

Day 1 of the knockout tournament starts this afternoon and I've been up since the dark hours practicing taking heads for money — every player I bust pays me on the spot. Tell me you'd last longer than one orbit at my table.

Dance Or Trick at Instinto Rooftop has a best-dressed prize and I've decided it's mine. The mask showed up today and honestly it's doing most of the work already. Rate my costume so far?

The smart move before a week like mine is sleep. Instead I'm deep into horror movies with the lights off and zero intention of stopping — come make me pause it?

Tomorrow the underground at Soundgarden gets all of me, but tonight nobody else does. Clothes lost the argument an hour ago — would you knock, or let yourself in?