DJ Mel's Rock The Casbah 23

So what if petty future penitentiary dwellers ganked some of his equipment? So. Goddamn. What.

Mel’s pushing on. And forward. Less one car window. And that’s alright.

‘Cause it’s time to dust off that Roger Rabbit, and Electric Boogaloo like your mamma named you Ozone! (Sucka) This Saturday is the 23rd ROCK THE CASBAH, and you know what that means.

It means you’re going to get drunk and sing some Prince as if Madonna herself texted your ass, forwarding a request she got from Marc Almond: “Put down the challalalalalah bread and tell them to sing like kids out in the Purple Rain. Peace Out (like my career), bitch.” Remember that dance you had in high school? The one where they played Footloose as a joke, and Ghost Town DJs were wrecking shit? But those asshole cool kids were being total dicks about you and your pre-Emokid moves? Yeah? Well fuck them. They’re either spitting out their fifth misplanned kid, working on their fifth bourbon ulcer, or they just got fired from their fifth car washing job.

But you? Ah shit yeah, you’ll be sweatin’ carefree on the dancefloor like Global Warming’s the prize you get for all that Aquanet you sprayed on your weave back in the day. And this time, Wang Chung like you mean it because it’s become something of a benefit so Mel can replace his lost equipment, and before it rains (probably in November): his car window.

‘Cause if your friends don’t dance, well, they’re no friends of mine.

DJ Mel’s Rock The Casbah 23
Saturday August 19th
The Parish [ map ] 214 e. 6th St
$7 online, or at the door (beware the probability of a sold-out show!)
18+