Brussels, AB Club, April 25th, 11:24 P.M :
My brains upside down and with a big smile on my face I’m jumping around like an epileptic , tripping on Radioclit awesome DJ set.
The only thing is … I’m on stage.
And I’m not alone. There are around 16 people, ( as far as my blurry, rhum tainted memory can be trusted ) who are also gathered around the turntables, dancing around like a bunch of maniacs.
The rest of the venue is … empty. Except for the bar, where a bearded bartender is serving the most alcohol loaded Rhum-Cokes I ever tasted.

What happened ? Those guys fill up the Notting Hill Arts Club every month for legendary parties and here in brussels AB Club is empty !
Shame on brussel’s partygoers. They deserted the place after Holy Fuck finished their set (that is at least my theory cause I missed the band). After that, a rather cool, but too smooth dj set by Petrol DJs helped clean up the venue ever more.
Then, seeing the place would go empty if no action was taken, Radioclit turned on their magic, asked everyone to go on stage and suddenly the place went upside down , becoming the coolest, hipopest, crazybeatest private party ever.
I wish I had a camera or something, but I didn’t. The only thing I can give you is a picture of me, taken back home after the show.

So thank you Radioclit, for offering this to the happy few of us who were there friday night. If you never come to Brussels again, I will understand as I’m sure that I can gather more than 10 times the people there was at AB for my birthday party at Grand Ventron.