When I walked into Apostrophe Gallery this past Friday night, I was instantly hit by déjà vu.  I’ve been here before, I thought, trying to put the place into context.  Finally it came to me–this was the venue of a crazy late night dance party where partygoers were dancing to underground DJ beats until the sun came up one cold night last December. This is the magic of Apostrophe: forever shifting and always an adventure, the space is a chameleon in the sense that it shifts focus, theme, and art, depending on the needs of the space. Its most recent iteration, If You Trust Us–exhibition opening/concert/birthday party–brought together an incredible night of gritty underground wonder as both the art and the music possessed an edginess and authenticity not seen everyday in the Bushwick scene.