Last Call for Summer

Send us Fan MailSeptember hits different. The crowds thin out, the air finally cools off, and everybody left standing knows this is the last good weekend before the beach goes quiet.So I'm not playing it safe.This one moves — Brazilian funk into Depeche Mode, merengue into Queen, Marshall Jefferson right at the top and Masters at Work waiting near the end. The tempo climbs, drops out from under you, and climbs again. Nothing here stays where you left it. It's loud, sweaty, a little ridiculous, and built entirely for a room that doesn't want the summer to end.This one's for the ones who close the place down. You know who you are.