An evening in tokyo. The transistor bar 1 11 20132. Max cap. 10 people. Ps2 & Xbox controller with pair of lennon-heart sunnies in a glass display case. manga on the shelfs. no windows as far as i can see. 3 or 4 small televisions with different films on. barman in cowboy hat. techno . minimal, not 'post'. clean, digital, dirty when needed. weird FX , but not spacey.. uplifting. but not sensationalised. the night progresses. one or two people turn up. the room is half full now. the music gets roots - cyber. we go onstage. the ceiling is too low for me.. two more people turn up, the room is crowded now. granular glitch egyptian persian dub racket. there is only one PA speaker. a big hi-fi. some people dance, or sway. someone has their eyes closed. the barman passes me a glass, and we toast someone or something. no idea why.. but it seems right. the music gets deeper and we find the plane of equilibrium.