Was up on the farm, but we had company. A bunch of people were living up there with us and helping us work a corn field. It was a long, narrow field, and behind it was a row of trees, and behind that the regular corn field, full of pesticides and tractors. We also had smaller gardens.

A little country road went through the farm, not going exactly east-west, but generally, turning a bit here and there, and crossing over a creek. A very plesant bridge. At the west end of that road, which was also the farm property, but a woodsy part, that little road reached a 4-lane highway. And at the corner was a nightclub where I was DJing one night.

I had a playlist of TOGoS songs and some other stuff that I was going to mix. But after I started the first song I took a phone call from someone and got so distracted that I forgot what I was there for. VirtualDJ dutifully played through all the TOGoS tracks and went on to play some Deadmau5 or something, at which point the lights came on and a lot of people left. At least they were polite enough to listen to my music, I thought. But dang, I sure messed that up.