Phil Wang I miss the shared naughty secret of a live comedy night. The low ceilings that squeeze comedian and crowd together. I miss outrageous jokes â the wide-eyed, shocked glee of people relishing this break from polite society. I miss the âYes!â of a universal experience identified, and the âErr ⦠â of a failed observation that is just you, it turns out. Most of all, I miss the faces. Seas of lips and noses. All beautiful. Remember them? How erotic they were? No? Just me. Daniel Avery I donât have anything against the concept of live streams but the torrential downpour of DJs (like me) stood in front of tables this past year has reminded me of the importance of the physical experience of clubbing. Buying tickets, losing your jacket, being blinded by strobes, laughing endlessly ⦠it all combines to create a world where, when the right record hits, it can literally change your life.