Remembering... Robot Tears

First in a series of "Remembering..."

I chose to begin that with "Robot Tears", my own goddamn night a couple years ago. Nobody knows about it, of course, because I sucked at promoting AND at DJ'ing at the time. Some say I still do, but that's another story !

If I remember correctly, we started the night in 2002, Élektrik Érik & me. Back then I was workin' as manager in a porn video rental store in Laval, and I went out with a client one afternoon to get a couple of beers at Felix Bar & chat in the sun. Happens the guy was friends with the owner, George, a great party monster. He introduced us and I told him about my idea, which I thought good at a time where electro weeklies hadn't yet exploded all over the island.

We started the night on Sundays at the end of june or beginning of July, and our trademark flyers with silly robots on them were quickly scattered around town. All the major weeklies mentioned our humble beginning, but yet nobody ever showed up but our friends.

We were DJ'ing with CD's, and my beat matching skills were pretty sucky.

We lasted about three months, until George closed the place and moved back to Greece in late september. We were never paid & never asked for a cover either. But we drank all we could, fuck yes.

The place has now become the 980, on Rachel St, and nothing much is happening there these days as far as I know. As far as I go.

We would often finish our "sets" around 2, lacking patrons to appreciate our train wrecks, and we'd either go have a greasy poutine at Banquise, next door, or catch the end of whatever the fuck it was that was on at Jingxi at the time. They seemed confused : there was a different DJ every week, playing a different style, in front of nobody. I was only left with two options, and I always chose both : downing Southern Comfort / cranberries and pole dancing.

We might have failed because of what went on at Blue Dog at the time (an electro night with dB, Mini & Philgood), or we might have failed because of the place, or lack of promo, or just because we plain suck. I'll leave it up to posterity to decide.