Sune

8 TILL LATE EP (DANIEL LESEMANN REMIX)

Kyoku Records

Kyoku004

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My Third Week In Amsterdam I Found My Way To A Small Speakeasy Tucked Away Amongst A Labyrinth Of Cobbled Alleyways. A Doorman Waved Me Inside, A Knowing Smile Twisted Around The Half-smoked Blunt Hanging From His Lips. I Made My Way Down Crooked, Narrow Stairs Into A Dimly Lit Room Full Of Patrons Nodding In The Haze, Feet Tapping In Time As They Smiled And Sipped At Green-tinged Cocktails. The Soft Sound Of Glasses Clinking Amongst Murmured Conversation Served To Accentuate The Flaw In The Scene Before Me, There Was No Music. Realising I D Paused In The Entrance Long Enough To Draw A Few Amused Looks From The Tables Nearest Me, I Regained My Composure And Headed Towards The Bar, Pondering The Mystery Before Me. I Reached The Counter As The Barman Was Mixing A Cocktail And Waited, But Before I Could Order The Man Turned And Placed A Glass In Front Of Me, The Same Half Smile On His Lips The Doorman Had Shown Me As He Nodded At A Specials Board Listing A Pistachio Sour. It Sounded Good So I Took It To An Empty Seat And Returned To My Examination Of The Bizarre Room. As I Sat Down A Grinning Girl Next To Me Offered A Toke On Her Joint, And As The No Indoor-smoking Law Was Clearly Being Ignored Here I Gratefully Took A Careless Draw. As My Coughing Subsided I Took A Deep Gulp Of My Drink, And Suddenly Music Flooded My Ears. My Jaw Dropped As I Raised My Head To See A Guy On Stage Mesmerising The Crowd With Chill Beats, House Music Permeating The Formerly Silent Bar. The Girl With The Joint Smiled At My Amazement. His Name S Sune She Told Me, Welcome To 8 Till Late.