deep story nr. 122 l shattering dreams l by Maurice Mino

Continuation of deep story no. 121


Quickly rinsing the last sip down the throat. Grabbed the
headphones and another beer for the road. Check the pockets, pull
the door and go. In the stairwell only not stumble, would be a
pity around the good hop drop. Off we go into the liberating
darkness. No more thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow. A life in
the here and now, a life for the sound and the smoke. The streets
and clubs my real home and music my lifeline. So headphones on
and serotonin levels up. On the way to excess I drop them so that
the entry into the parallel world works smoothly. In the
streetcar again a look at the flyer for tonight. Wonderful
Maurice Mino from Berlin is also visiting. Kicks and grooves in
beguiling alternation, his last sets from the Watergate and the
Hammahalle were very sweaty affairs. You should urgently treat
yourself to the latest podcast. It's slowly going black in front
of my eyes and the music is flowing through my head. I no longer
notice what is happening around me. Minutes pass in seconds and
my mind is on another level of consciousness. Until a small
vibration causes my new cosmos to collapse, like the city at the
end of Inception. Another finger tap on my shoulder finally snaps
me out of my dream world. In front of me stands one of those
annoying ComRa promoters.