A Warehouse in Berlin @ 4 AM

You wore black, arrived at the techno club, waited forever, answered a hundred questions at the door, passed the vibe check, and finally got into the preheated oven. Now it's time to lose yourself. You squeeze into the sea of bodies rippling with the aggressive, hypnotic bass pulse. Time gradually slows as you find your way into a pocket you can exist in, then it fully stops. Your compressed identity dissolves and diffuses away into the crowd until only the pounding harsh beat remains. Time won’t kick back in before Monday morning, and there’s an eternity until then.

17 hours, 192 songs