2024 is fast approaching.
Given recent trends there is a decent chance that this is the year all of our crops fail in one of our increasingly frequent heatwaves while the ocean temperatures continue to rise while we blindly vote autocratic fascists into positions of power and continue to cede all important decisions to the possibly sentient algorithm behind ChatGPT. By this time next year, it’s basically going to be a cross between T2 and Mad Max out there. What I’m trying to tell you is this is probably your last chance to make a go at having decent New Year’s plans.
But you’re in luck!
From 6-9pm on New Year’s Eve I’ll be upstairs at Skinner’s Loft, spinning my usual mix of elegantly controlled chaos- everything on wax. That means you can listen to your favorite DJ curate a perfect mix of soul, psych, reggae, post-punk, New Wave, indie fuzz and NY scuzz while enjoying a meal from the best kitchen in Jersey City. It also means that you’ll still be able to get to your second location in time for midnight, get home to the sitter and be on the couch in time to watch the ball drop, or just get on the road early in case the roving hordes of post-apocalyptic cannibals arrive earlier than expected.
Will there be New Order? There will. Will I slip in a holiday tribute to the late, great Shane McGowan? Probably. Will I be playing The Zombies’ This Will Be Our Year, the greatest New Year’s song ever? Without a doubt. Book your babysitters and your tables early.