Clubbing Package Pt.5. Palm Trees, Mau P, Fisher, and A Frog (Final)

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Out in the-, out in the-, out in the-, out in the-. Out in the street, they call it mer...ther!!

Mau P

Merther. Mau P is here. That man was wearing a black shirt, top buttons off. He was just there. Mau P was just there. Alone, with a cameraman, in front of the DJ deck. Just a Mau P DJing.

Just a Mau P DJing.

The big screens were zooming in on his post covers and logo. There were no words. I kept thinking why ravers include people of all ages coming from every possible background. It was just some sheer freedom where you jump without identities.

It's the cover for BEATS FOR THE UNDERGROUND. Ayo Get 'em Mau P!

Froggie said, how can someone be good-looking, smart, and successful at the same time? Something is wrong. Yes, Maurice West is a beautiful man with some beautiful styles. I think maybe he is just a little bit freaky. Tell me who the fuck samples from PornHub in Your Mind Is Dirty? And why are the goods drugs from Amsterdam but not sketchy places in New York? Tell me and nobody will be guilty. Isn’t raving just a big group of freaks celebrating existence by wearing fine attire and throwing dollar bills? I think Mau P built a great stage personality. I kept telling Froggie that Mau P should start shaving because I want that rebellious, teenage-looking face back. Froggie just laughed.

Back to the question of how the mighty creator distributes perfect packages for a jack of all trades. The world setting might be buggy. Something is wrong. Wrong indeed, because I could not feel my heart anymore. The kids around us were smoking. The minty burnt cigarette smells so familiar. So many people are vaping. Smoke coming from joints, rolled cigs, and electric tubes blended in and disappeared with numerous inhales. Quitting vapes is one of the best decisions I have ever made.

Merther, BEATS FOR THE UNDERGROUND — ayo get it Mau P!! SexyBack remix, Gimme that Bounce, People Talk People Sing — People talk and people sing and in the end it's just a game, Drugs from Amsterdam, Sexy Chick mix, The Less I Know The Better. God, Mau P. Alumni David told me, to be a well-known DJ, you need to produce bangers. Now the bangers are banging. The lyrics are coming from flesh built in different heights, races, genders, and sobriety. But one thing in common, we all surely know some Mau P, and we know you got your drugs from Amsterdam.

Thank you Mau P. I will willingly do a lot of overtime and drop some dollar bills to see you pull some rizz above a gigantic crowd again.

Girls Help Girls

My top kept falling off. I was jumping up and down like a monkey while trying to hold the girls from popping out. God. Mau P finished his set. Froggie and I went out of the plaza to cool down from the heat. But I heard Appetite. My Shaylas. It was the hand-flicking visuals. It is THE FISH. FISHER IS HERE.

See those hands!

My whole house addiction started when Jack played Danielle(Smile On My Face) outside of Rosie. I was triple-crossed, and Fred Again opened a new door. And Ken introduced me to Somebody, and there started my whole mixing journey and a fanatic passion for House music. Everything is so seductive and pure at some point. Fisher, Chris Lake, Dom Dolla, John Summit, Odd Mob, MEDUZA, Mau P. They played as my daylight saviors and filled up my midnight dreams. I think humans live on addictions. Being either substance, other people, or personal endeavors. Just pleasure in its transpositions. I don’t know how to classify House music. I feel it deeply. I wanna dance to it while dreaming. It is the best reality escaper, while also being so real and down-to-earth.

I deviated. Apologies. I saw Fisher, and Froggie and I were running towards the plaza again, just as we were running in the Grand Central under the clear blue dome, running to find the VIP area, and running towards Mau P. Dunno about Froggie, but I felt like we were 2 free birds. I felt so free when we were running. We were running like 2 kids in async.

Yes, we were running. I was running. My jeans tube top was dropping like a broken elevator. I was definitely showing my bra. I would say sorry, but I figured maybe this is what people like to see. Either way, I was pretty embarrassed but I had no room for girly thoughts because Fisher is here.

In a short distant, a girl yelled at me with eyes full of unbelieveness: “Girl FIX YOUR BOOBS!”

Fisher

The Fish is fishing

That is me seeing this man for the second time. The first time was in Roadrunner in Boston in November 2024. I was with Mandy and Becca, and it was when this marvelous documentation got released.

But this time, I assume I know him more. I played every single one of his sets that I can find on YouTube. I am well aware of all of his transitions, his preference for playing what songs after the next, his dance moves, his famous flicks, his silly-boooo visuals, his crazy charisma. Now he has dropped the new bangers Ocean in November 2024 (time flies!) and Stay this March. If anything can hype me up more than Somebody, I would dance to Ocean all day.

And he did play Ocean. That ID was so pure. At some moments I felt like me, Froggie, the kid sucking a joint, the girl passing vapes with her girlie group, the 6'6" possibly finance guy, have all known each other forever. It’s That Time! Within a seeable range, people went bonkers. I went bonkers. I was looking at videos from last night. Bro why do I look like that. Did I just rave with that melting eye shadow and messy hair and chapped lips? No. That is the vibe.

Atmosphere, Losing It, Somebody (of course). All the well-known bangers.

Take It Off! In the video I recorded, Froggie and I are vibing back to back like 2 decent ravers, and a girl shouted “take your mtrfking clothes off!” Woah, chill, not right here! But I guess if you do, people will only cheer.

World, Hold On! I knew Fisher is going to do the same low-frequency cut that he has been doing in every single set. He did it. World, hold the fuck on! The crowd went nuts.

Just Dance remix? This is so fratty. I wonder what the Fish was like in college. His whole thing is so silly. It was an alpha silly. Froggie asked me, do you think Fisher would annoy you if you were friends in real life? Yes I think he will. I think a person is not truly funny if he is not annoying. I read on Reddit that someone said Fisher copied other people’s homework in school. No proof. Just saying. Not slandering! But who cares? I am so drawn by his tracks and rizz that I was almost thinking of buying those crazy over-priced merch on his site.

Fisher ended the set with an ID that I wasn’t familiar with. I was almost holding a grudge if I couldn’t tell the upcoming song within the first 3 seconds after he started mixing the low bass. I can transcribe every single bass line in his every single song. I am proud to say that I think I know Fisher’s art pretty well. I knew he is going to play something similar to his 2025 EDC set, and he is. I try to read his stage personality, and I love how in some set videos, he got blown away by the unbelievable crowd energy, the so-called collective consciousness? In such a way people are connected by flows and mutual appreciations. So was Fisher holding crowd control power through his flicks? I think so, and I think it is so powerful. I could only touch upon a millionth of it by playing 2010 top hits in AEPi. I hope, and I will, produce some better tracks. I hope to go B2B with Fisher. In my dreams. Who knows.

Crowd control.

One more song. One more song. Nope. Fisher left, and the stage was playing The Spins. Froggie and I sat on the grass by the fence in a venue corner, with Kygo banging some groovy bass in the background as the closing set. Kygo played Gimme Gimme! remix and some more melodic-based traditional EDM, I would say. Did he even play Avicci? Wake Me Up, if I remembered correctly. We spent a short while leaning against each other in silence because we were both so exhausted. It was ~30k steps plus a 3-hour ride with some alc and some screaming and jumping, and 3 hours coming ahead to take us back to Manhattan. City never sleeps, but I do need to sleep on the shuttle.

I Survived My Trip To NYC

Some drunk people were talking BS in the back. It was all very fratty. One guy said the last time he showered was this Thursday. Good for you?

Didn’t talk much on our way back. My throat is burning, and I could barely open my eyes. We took the subway back. American history reveals itself a little in the subway. The subway station smelled like bathrooms. In this sense, does history smell like bathrooms? Physical histories are histories too. This is gross, but silly-funny.

My stop arrived first. So I said bye to Froggie. As the subway door closed, I could only see him through the glass. I walked towards the opposite direction of the subway, and I caught him looking at me through the crowd. I think I was both tired and scared of leaving those peak memories in Long Island that I might look confused or extra quiet. Or not. I bent over to sneak a peek at Froggie one last time. Caught you!

I went back to Avalon. Spent 30 minutes sitting on the ground, checking videos, and zoning out. Everything was too good be true. The sparkling moments in which I thought people are connected and got each other. The rides. The bass. The fire. The blinding ferris wheel. The Hamptons.

Dreamy.

The peak was so peak that the normal feels low. I think I would need a few days to cool down. Those after-party disappointment feels so real, and it reminds me that I am alive. All the moments of contrast reminds me that I am living a non-simulated life. Streets in NY are like LEGO puzzles being stacked together just to fit all the spaces, both horizontally and vertically, and somehow they carry some aesthetics, which could potentially be confusing, I guess. But I am seeing everything real.

I took a shower and passed out on the bed.

I woke up, packed up, ordered a Uber share to the bus station because my lame ass was lazy. Got there late for 8 minutes and there were no buses. Just an empty road under the highway pillars. I have no one else to blame but me. I walked around randomly in the drizzle. I left the keys in Avalon, so I have no place to go to. I was suddenly thinking about Brandeis. I miss my dorm. I sat down on my suitcase in a street corner under the roof and had the WTEN team call. I tried to be serious, but everything coming out of my mouth turned into jokes. I was telling my teammates about how that girl reminded me to “fix my boobs” instead of showing everybody my bra. I said the word “bra” and “boobs” loud and clear in front of 3 strangers who walked passed my face. Again, no body cares, but I like being dramatic.

I went to a cafe to sober up a bit and wrote this post before it sank deep down into my subconscious. I then walked ~30 minutes to the new bus station for the 1pm bus that I just booked. I got on the bus safely this time, sitting with a stranger because it was a fully-booked bus. I was typing in my notes app right now to wrap up the final traces as the stranger on my right was sipping something like chocolate milk. I wanna have a sip of that so bad, but I left in a hurry, and I forgot my water bottle at Avalon.

See you in Boston.

But at least I am not walking on bare streets in the rain and calling my teammates in street corners anymore. So peace out NY. Thanks for having me.

Btw, if I see this shirt one more time, I might really need to buy it.

What happened in NY stays in NY.

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Published 21 Jun 2025