I love weekends that are stuffed and filled. I’ve approached Monday more willingly than I would have if I had a chilled-out, quiet weekend. Saturday night, in particular was magnifique for me. I had so much strobelight-lit-fun, I am still reeling in it.
The ICA had been turned into a playground as Nightclub. As soon as I heard that Gang Gang Dance was playing and Cocadisco DJs were going to be throwing italo disco soundwaves, there was no question I’d go along.
Walking down to the Mall from Trafalgar Square, I felt the thrill of hearing the muffled music and seeing colourful lights through the windows. It shouted Dance Party. Oh how I love dance parties.
After a slight kerfuffle with getting in (confusing queues/ I bought our tickets online already-/I can’t miss Gang Gang Dance play!) we got in. I ran to see Gang Gang Dance and my ears pricked up to the high vocals, tribal beats and noise. This is what Touch Hair For Luck would sound like if we had drums and if we were still in the same country together. I shared this sentiment with Bingley using my phone as there was no chance we’d ever hear each other.
Oh what a night! I loved running around the gallery and crawling into rooms. I loved seeing the prancing legs through the cubby holes. I loved watching Heartbreak. It made me think that I have to form a Fun Fun tribute band. Most of all, I loved dancing. And that’s what I did. All through the night.