I know it's just today that the seasons have officially changed, but summer feels late to the city. By now I'm used to air-dried hair, no jacket in the evenings and shorts all the damn time. The nearest I've gotten to that suffocating, lose-your-damn-mind humidity was 2.5 hours spent in a small-ish room on the third floor of the Great Hall last Friday for Toronto's very first Boiler Room.
Many hours have been spent with a tab opened to the live party streaming from elsewhere, whilst working or straining to catch people dancing hilariously in back. I still carry around BR #35 on my iPod because Jamie XX managed to do something lovely and memorable and appropriate for so many moods.
Finally it was Toronto's turn, but Boiler Room wasn't in search of the usual DJ/producer dancefloor set. Instead they chose to debut Toronto to the BR massive via rap. And so I wrote about the night in all its sweaty, beer-soaked glory for The Grid.