I walked into Brooklyn Bowl on Tuesday night with a lot of nervous excitement keeping my heart at a rapid BPM. The place was relatively empty, as I walked up to the will-call window and requested my media pass before moving into the venue and dialing up RJ Krohn on my cell phone. No answer. I anxiously paced around the venue, until I noticed RJ working with some cables and his laptop behind the turntables on stage. I approached him and introduced myself, and he was immediately apologetic; apparently a cancelled flight delayed his arrival to just fifteen minutes before doors had opened. I told him to take his time, I was flexible.
The place began to fill up, and a vast assortment of humans made their way through the doors and into the open venue. I received a text from RJ telling me he’d be ready to meet shortly, so I moseyed along through the dance floor as DJ Thanksgiving Brown warmed the crowd up. I met RJ, who led me up and into the green room. Once again, that nervous excitement and inability to keep my voice from shaking took hold, and I’m sure it was obvious that I was just a tiny bit fan-boying.