It's happening again...
The one dance gig I found worked well was set, revolutionarily enough, in a club. Bonds to be precise.
They had a good few hours of usual clubby stuff, the band (or whatever you'd want to call em - it was Cooler, anyway) came on at 12 and people danced their tits off for the most part.
I had a really miserable time, meself. But everyone else seemed to be enjoying it. |