On friendship and transience – between Fuji, Unsound and Making Time
It is 12 September 2025 and I am dancing. It is not just sweat running down my forehead and elsewhere during DJ Sprinkles’ (Terre Thaemlitz) four-hour set, it is also tears of joy. After months that felt like years, I trust my legs again to carry me through the night – or at least through four hours like this one at the Socore Factory Club in Osaka. I’ve written about it elsewhere on kaput, and I’ll leave it at that for today. Just this much: we always take it for granted that we can move around and share social spaces with others, but it’s a gift that cannot be appreciated enough.
I have been fortunate enough to have experienced two handfuls of sets by Terre Thaemlitz in my life, including four Sprinkles sets. But the one that night, as part of the Unsound Festival, will remain in my memory forever, second by second. A single great wave of joy. At this point, I would like to salute the club operator, whose exuberant euphoria should be the benchmark for everyone involved in nightlife.
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