Downlow Does Dividend: Boreta, Piotron, Alxndr

reminder: “Everyone on the team scores when her baselines drop.”

http://false-profit.com/dividend

Once upon a time, an ambitious cartel of entrepreneurs put their heads
together to form a business plan of launching a clandestine sound
system celebration operation — guerrilla style. Naturally, the
aspiring gentlemen and ladies were looking to profit off the income
netted from contributions made by attendees of the soirée. That is to
say, their smiles, sweat, shouts, good moves, good looks, and all
around outrageous and vibrant behavior. The associates noted how
appropriately outlandish it would be if the function were to be held
under the shadow of a highway; how nice it would be, they reasoned, to
get Down Low, far beneath the busy bustle of dreary ordinary life
happening up there…

But, as it became clear, this was not a viable arrangement. Any such
location would undoubtedly expose the events transpiring within it to
detractors who’d enjoy exerting unquestionable and prejudiced
authority, resulting in the termination of the event and possible
ensuing penal actions. No, the party would have to be held elsewhere,
within city limits but beyond the eye of the watchers. Banking on
insider market information, the dealers of delight finally located,
deeply nestled in some forgotten waterfront wasteland between Hunters
Point and China Basin, the promised land. Some have called it the
Cove (1), or the Toxic Beach, but to most, it’s simply known as the
DownLow spot… or just the Spot.

The inaugural festivities in January of 2005 were modest, drawing no
more than fifty participants, mostly congregated by word of mouth. The
next twelve months, however, would see the rise of a nation of DownLow
devotees, drawn by the thrill of the underground, the gritty grimy
goodness of the spot, camouflaged bus rides, beautiful sunrises over a
serene bay, and of course that fuckin SOUND: superior sonic selections
inundating air and brain waves and making bodies *jack*. The space,
the sound, the experience was heavy.

Everything was bliss, profits were off the chart, and we all began to
think it could last forever. Then one fateful evening, even as DownLow
was breaking new ground and expanding the sound, it all got taken
away. Big Brother had arrived.

But the DownLow nation lives on. Please join us, this Thursday, as
Dividend pays tribute to DownLow and nods its head to one year of the
fantastically successful operations we have all come to know and
love. Graffiti will coat the walls; your memories will be on display (got
photos? submit links to dividend@false-profit.com); don’t be surprised
even, if you’re able to enjoy refreshments in the Camo Bus (2). But let’s
not forget the reason for the congregation, the intent of our convergence
together, then, now and forevermore: to get down low and freak the fuck out!

We present to you, the gentlemen of DownLow and their esteemed guest:

*Boreta (Nexus, Troubled Youth)
*Piotron (DownLow)
*Alxndr (DownLow)

Please arrive with style.

(1) see ‘cove’ at: http://otherthings.com/grafarc/flash/view.htm
(2) bring your own toxic dust, misplaced garbage and old smelly tires.