The Familia Says Goodbye
Lio is leaving me.
Now, to be fair, I’ve said goodbye to men before. Quite a few, actually. It’s a skillset at this point. You don’t keep them around long enough to become clingy, demanding, to leave underwear on your bedroom floor or start farting next to you on the couch like they’ve signed a lease. Men are temporary. That’s just healthy management. Besides, when you look like me, the world is less a dating pool and more a very well-stocked candy store.
But Lio is not one of those men. Lio is a DJ. A very good one. One of my favorites, which says a lot because I spend an unreasonable amount of my life orbiting dancefloors and judging people professionally from dark corners while pretending not to.
A lot of DJs understand music. Fewer understand a room. And almost none understand when to shut the hell up.
You know the type. Constant talking through transitions, screaming over breakdowns, treating every set like an unsolicited TED Talk powered by cocaine and attention deficits. Please. We came for the music, not your autobiography.
But every rule deserves one exception and for me, that exception is Lio. Because Lio never talks for himself. He talks for the Familia.
That’s us. The people around the booth. The regulars. The dancers. The sleep-deprived degenerates collectively sacrificing our circadian rhythm for one more track. Lio keeps us moving. Keeps us locked in. Keeps us believing that yes, maybe staying another three hours is spiritually necessary. And somehow he manages to do all that while dropping one perfect banger after another. That’s why we love him.
And that’s why it feels strange when he leaves for the summer. Because Lio packs himself up and gets borrowed by another life. Before he disappears, he is making his rounds one last time, blessing every booth like a nightlife priest while the rest of us dance like it’s the final supper. Yesterday was Valmoor.
If you missed it, you still have two last chances to say goodbye properly before he disappears into the summer circuit. Friday at Sonance. Saturday at Sunvana.
Bring stamina. Bring water. Bring emotional support.
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