Black holes dance with each other and create low frequency gravitational waves, ripples in space and time that travel the cosmos, providing no answers to questions like flux or form? darkness or light? living or dead? Telling instead of a dance we can’t quite see, but that we definitely sense. So we follow the Signal without any idea of its Source.

Lost track of how long we’ve been on this journey aboard our spaceship Cactus; our clocks weren’t made to keep time relative to how fast they’re moving. They only tell us when it’s time to celebrate. And that time is upon us!

Please join us on the flight deck for an evening of festivities: atmosphere and cheer, music and dancing, midnight rituals, and special late-night treats from the galley. The observation windows will be open for deep-space gazing, and of course, as usual, all attendees are invited to pilot the ship.

Your cheeks are gonna be hurting after this one, yes those ones and those ones! Dancing basslines, piles of vinyl, a multiplicity of mutants and aliens from all over and all types of cyborgs, and as warm an atmosphere as you ever saw in a spaceship.

7-830: Lou’s Moms kick off our night with the cozy embrace of a Queer Oasis. These Bay Viewers are bringing a bounty of beautiful bangers and beckoning beats begging to be embellished by boogying. Come ready to sing along with the neighborhood miscreants to everything from funky classics to future pop.

830-10: Ambulante y Clandestino take the helm to get our hips swaying and hearts fluttering con cumbia y su diáspora estética. Amaretto sours, syncopated percussion, anticipation: what a blend, ideal for movimiento musical. Don’t bother kidding yourself, there’s no other kind.

10-1130: Anastasis hits the wheels of steel with a bag of the sounds and rhythms of hyperdrives, landing gear, clattering air filtration and gravity systems, and a sprinkle of stardust. All dancing, everything moving itself to the rhythms of which it was born, connecting itself to others born of those same rhythms, revealing the laws of attraction: like gravity. Get locked in!

1130-1: Language Models drops the needle into house grooves to sweat out the drudges of yesteryear. House? Whatever that is, wherever you need to get to let yourself freak, we’ll find it and we’ll spin it and we’ll spin to it. We’re in outer space, after all; spin is crucial.

1-3: DJ Avalon traverses the cosmic fields of intergalactic pop music on a late night trip, tunes to keep you wiggling your knees and grinning at your friends as we traverse the cosmic fields of the, well, the cosmos. Timeless music, as if time worked like that anyway.

3-?: Language Models returns to turn the late night into the early morning with a mix of soothing pads and driving percussion and groove. This is the pretty stuff, like you.

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