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Come to a show (a plain, honest invitation from the two of us)

We've written a lot of words on this Journal. This post is simpler. This is us asking you, directly, to come to a Casamoré night. Here's what to expect.

All of these posts have been leading up to this one. We wanted to build a Journal that told you the whole story of Casamoré — the music, the rentals, the playlists, the town, the two of us — because we think the thing you come to see is more fun when you know the whole shape of the thing you are showing up to. But at some point, we just have to ask: please come to a show.

Here is what an actual Casamoré night looks like. You arrive at the Fort Myers Beach location on the day of (we tell you the exact spot in the confirmation email — sometimes the Times Square end, sometimes up past Matanzas, depending on permits). Doors at 6:00 pm. There is no line. You walk up, we check you in on a tablet (ten seconds), we hand you a pair of headsets and a welcome drink, and we point you at the dance floor, which is set up right on the sand.

The first set starts at 6:30 pm as the sun is starting its descent. Tony and I are both playing — me on Channel A, Tony on Channel B — and you can switch between us any time by flipping a little tab on the side of your headset. The sky goes from blue to tangerine to pink to violet to dark blue over the course of the night. The peak moment is about 7:40 pm, when the sun is hitting the water. The set ends at 9:00 pm sharp. You return your headsets to our van on the way out. You walk five minutes to dinner at any of the Fort Myers Beach spots that have reopened. You go home. You tell your friends. That is the whole structure.

What to wear: whatever you'd wear to walk on the beach. Sandals are fine. Bare feet are encouraged. Bring a light layer for when the sun goes down and it cools off, especially in early spring. Do not bring a bag you can't leave in the sand — there's no bag check. Do bring a water bottle; we refill for free.

What it costs: $18 at the door, or $15 for houseguests (that's the free email list — go sign up). That's it. No bar tab, no bottle service, no VIP tier. Everybody in the room got there the same way. Everybody on the dance floor has the same headsets. Everybody is a houseguest for two and a half hours.

Sunset 01 is May 16, 2026. That's about five weeks from when I'm writing this. Tickets are up. Houseguests got them first; now they're public. Come see what we've been trying to describe. We'll be there, in the van, loading in at 4, playing at 6:30, and eating shrimp by 9:30. It will be the best light of the year. And we would very much like you to be in it with us.

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Houseguests get new Journal entries the morning we publish them, plus $15 early-bird sunset tickets and the monthly playlist drop the night before everyone else.

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