dancing in my room. there’s a record on, an hours long medley of classic synth riffs. it’s being played by scanning this huge phonebook-thick book of colorful bars and text into RAM. there’s a number on it, 270. i accidentally skip to 500 something but then go back. the DJ explains the history and context of each riff. at one point she asks how long is left, but doesn’t like the answer. it’s very long
