Tonight, at a political fundraiser for Senator Don Harmon, an elderly woman passed out glow sticks. The signs leading to my “Rave Forever” today grow increasingly stronger by the day.
Last weekend I was invited to “a weird goth party.” I was intrigued but ended up at what I didn’t consider to be a “weird goth party” but an outdoor rave on the Chicago River.
I haven’t been to a rave nor been handed a glowstick since 1997. Why all the signs now? I think I know.
On a side note, the political fundraiser for Senator Harmon involved him resurrecting the cover band he played with in high school. It was amazing. I support him whole-heartedly.
The guy who introduced them said that in college they were called “The Harmones” and should now be called the “Harmonizers.” Clever. Get it? Don Harmon? Harmonizers? From that point on I could not stop thinking of Harmon band puns.
“Throw Rugs n HarmonY”
“Put Your HarMoney Where Your Mouth Is”
“A Case of the HarMondays”
“Harmonty Python and the Holy Grail”
My favorite (even though I like The Harmophobes) was…
Beyond coming up with the name “Bodily Harmon” I also decided my new DJ name was “DJ Ravin’ Simone.” It was a good night. A night of discovery. A night to be remembered. A night I dedicate to Jeremy.