DUDE!! MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT!!!!
it happens to EVERYONE!
im trying to recall a good one, but ive purposely tried to forget most of
them.
the ones that come to mind first, and intrigue me the most, are the nights
when you start off (exactly how you started the story) playing, and
EVERYTHING sounds too slow. and you look at the pitch and go "hmmm... do i
normally play this at +4???" so, then you pop on something you know you
always play right around +2 or so... say, rhythm plate - lean (original
version)...
AND YOURE PLAYING TOO FAST TO EVEN PLAY IT AT +8!?!?!?!?!?
these incidents, i just dont understand. theyve only happened a couple
handfuls of times, but they boggle me.
but either way, michael. dont worry about it. im sure you dont suck.
;)
but curiously:
A: what was the indie rock band you bought the other day?
and
B: what movie were you watching?
love always,
derek "bored to tears on a saturday night" plaslaiko.
On Sat, 27 Nov 2004 [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
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> You're sitting at home with the wife (or significant other, could be a cat
> as well if you are single and not "involved") eating dinner and about to
> pop a movie in the player when you get a phone call.
> It's the guys who run the local techno/dance night in the biggest room in
> the city.
> They want you to play
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> Tonight.
>
> Can you be there in an hour?
>
> You have nothing in your record bags and, in fact, haven't even * touched*
> your decks in at least two weeks - except to put on some folky indie rock
> stuff you bought the other day (or some weird experimental thing - just as
> long as the record has no bpm count to speak of)
>
> You weigh the situation - you haven't played the big room ever and they're
> offering you two hours (start at 9pm).
> "Hmmm," you think, "could help get open the door to some more gigs and get
> me out of this techno slump."
>
> You tell them yes (how bad could it be).
>
> So you pull your record boxes apart trying to remember where you put those
> "one records you've been wanting to play out".
> You shove about four hours worth of records into two bags because you have
> no clue what you're going to do - or even start with.
> You leave - go to cash machine - go over to friend's flat as quickly as
> possible to see if he wants to get in for free by carrying a bag - get in
> car - find parking and walk two blocks to club. All in about a half-hour.
>
> You finally get into to the club, take off coat, frantically try to find
> screw-on adapter for headphone jack, pull it off other headphones, get on
> the decks and throw on a record that for some reason sounds slower at home
> (even with the pitch zeroed out). In a confused and hurried manner look for
> follow-up record, etc.
> You proceed, limping through a half hour to forty five minutes of getting
> your bearings on someone else's mixer/decks/soundsystem in the big room.
> Several pairs of trainers in the wash later you turn around to see your
> name up on the screen behind you. Luckily (?) they misspell it.
>
> Then you've had enough and kill the deck and start over again. With a
> slightly more ambient track - that plays for the entire side of the 12".
> The second half of your set is better. By the time you're finally getting
> into it and figuring out what records you have to work with your time is
> up.
> They thank you for coming down and filling in (covering some mix-up in
> opening times) - then one of them gives you $20.00.
> You leave the club rather disappointed with yourself, partly bothered by
> the offer being dangled in front of you on such a short notice, and partly
> happy that you've got an extra $20 to spend.
>
> Then drive back home and watch movie until you fall asleep on the couch.
>
> Anybody have something like that happen? Please share. I'd like to know
> that on this Saturday night I was not alone. ;)
>
> MEK
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