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THE MAUSOLEUM


A collection of photographs taken in (and around) the DJ booth at Dark Wave Nights
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Mr. Black's left hand looming over a few unsuspecting DWN dancers. This was taken minutes before he bit off his own thumb to frighten away someone requesting Kylie Minogue. I wanted to get a shot of the person in the lower left-hand corner while he was still vomiting blood into a martini glass. I missed it by a fraction, so I settled for a shot of the shiny disco ball.
Another award-winning shot of happy DWN dancers early on in the evening. Note the absence of any half-eaten cadavers on the floor. We like to keep the club clean. Our beloved DJ, Mr. Black is scanning the vast and bustling dance floor for someone to grope (or for someone willing to grope him). 
A lovely patron speaking into Mr. Black's elbow. Fun Fact: Mr. Black is the only person in North America to have not two, but three elbows! Believe it or not..! This is a rarity! The secret DWN society greeting captured on film! Presentation of this greeting at the DJ booth almost guarantees that your request will be played.
Mr. Black was, um ...well ...I have no idea what he was doing here. He'd been motionless in this pose for 11 minutes without so much as a twitch. We think he got hypnotized by the strobe light. Mr. Uriel and Mrs. Black (you may remember her from such picto-comics as 'Breakdown') enjoying some quality time in the DJ booth. Amazing how many people can fit in there.
A wonderful shot of pure unadulterated black-as-night deep darkness. The background is pretty dark too. Mr. Black (and yours truly on the right) in a very candid shot. He usually likes to hide his green complexion under heavy make-up. 
Mr. Black showing off his favorite finger. I really wish I'd taken a picture of something more interesting. The longer you stare at it, the creepier it gets. This picture is proof that I can't take a descent club picture to save my life. Fortunately my life wasn't in any danger when this picture was taken.
Yours truly (on the left - disguised as a blue turtle on steroids) and a pal with rather insidiously placed beer bottles. This picture is just plain vulgar.