The lucky 180 of us who secured a golden ticket granting one night with Mike Huckaby were treated to an appropriately intimate affair, courtesy of the FallingUp crew.
The utter dismay felt on hearing the news that The Motorcycle Showroom, beloved jewel of Bristol’s art and music scene, would be no more, was dispelled when we learned it would continue to play host to a variety of parties, albeit on the less trodden upper deck. Having undergone a makeover during its hibernation, the look is now all black walls and low hanging red neon strip-lights. The lady hath become a vamp.
The atmosphere, mediated by the space, was unique and eager. FallingUp’s Jay L and Andy Mac titillated the crowd with an exquisite array of soulful Techno and kinetic House. The ease with which the residents weaved around each other exemplified the vibe and intimacy of the evening.
Eagerly awaited, Mike Huckaby casually took to the turntables. His set was constantly rewarding, and rippled through the contented crowd. Evidently serious about what he was doing, the Motor City Master showed us why he deserves his title.
A perfect symbol of the evening took the form of a man dressed in scruffy trainers and psychedelic leggings, dancing atop a wooden crate. Moving with total abandon and erotic euphoria, throwing passionate leg kicks high above the dancing crowd to the backdrop of Joe Evans’ kaleidoscopic and holographic art, this beaming enigma looked just how we felt.
Choosing an ever experimenting creative space and bringing to it a true legend of dance music, FallingUp ensured that on this Good Friday evening, we got down.
