I guess its the age, or my love for food… but I started to enjoy my time after the party ends. No, it is not the after party, it’s the kebab we have after the party. Kebab stories are stories that happen while the sauce is dripping down your face.
Opposite to many beliefs DJs do not always continue with cocaine after parties after they finish the gig. Nothing against some of my colleagues but I really appreciate a good kebab after the show.
It somehow gives a healthy dosage of reality to the weekend as we talk about the real things and challenges we face. Some of the topics and comments while eating a Kebab are:
- May back hurts, I am getting old.
- I cracked the Beatport algorithm, hear me out…
- This party sucked, the other one was good.
- Did you see that bitch?
- The promotor charged more for the entrance this time…
- Man, this kebab is good! Mustafa is overrated…
Besides the kebab chit-chat we are enjoying, different things are happening in front of our eyes.
So, I am enjoying my kebab around 5 AM and I see a friend coming back to the club. He initially left the place approximately one hour before, convinced that he could sleep. Little did he know that would not happen .
“I went home and while lying in my bed I realised my eyes won’t sleep. I am still fired up and have to go back…” He explained…
Since I finished my set 30 minutes ago there was only one thing I could offered him: a piece of kebab and the leading role in the Kebab Stories.
