After a long intense week of excel-ing, I went for a walk to the east side. Such a walk on a friday night in NY means you get high secondhand, hear 10's of different languages, pass people in pairs or groups, fighting or just making up or out, and it is difficult not to connect with a certain music that is the city. NY is seeing the emergence of female DJs who are commanding the dancefloor (with their vinyl spin) and the psyche of clubgoers (with their style). Away from Manhattan, the boroughs are decking their bicycles with powerful sound systems (5k watt of woofers, amps and all else), and the Trinidadian and Guyanese bob their heads and cruise the streets. More photos here.