Stanton? I've had that happen on a few occasions, when i wasn't familiar with it...
On Sun, 28 Nov 2004, Garrett wrote: > "blinking effects button.." LOL > > i finally had to put a strip of electrical tape over the L/R balance > knobs under each of the channel strips on my new dj mixer. they're at > the bottom of the eq strip, i.e. where i'm normally used to the bass eq > knob being. ridiculous how in the middle of a mix, even in your > bedroom, you can turn and turn and turn the wrong knob before the > friggin truth finally dawns on you. > > or when the decks get mysteriously quartz locked....... > > On Nov 28, 2004, at 9:39 AM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > > not exactly the same- but this is close... > > > > Imagine your the promoter for the biggest nightclub in the city. Now > > imagine that on a particular night, your headline DJ, who had asked to > > play from open to close, calls to tell you he's going to be an hour > > late. > > No big deal you say, since no one is ever there for the first hour. In > > fact, you don't even want to bother finding an opening dj since you > > know > > it will be that slow, and instead you and your partner (neither of whom > > can dj) decide to just play some chill records for the first little > > bit. > > > > So, come opening time, the two of you begin playing some odd minimal > > slow > > bleep stuff, fading out one while the next fades in. YOu haven't had > > time > > to go home and get your records, so you're just randomly picking from > > the > > handfull your partner had in his car. This goes fine for about 30 > > minutes, > > then 45 minutes, then an hour, then an hour 15... > > > > crap didn't the DJ say he would only be an hour late? > > > > now people are starting to filter in. They fill up the seats around the > > dancefloor first, before slowly beginning to stand in groups facing in > > your direction. you can tell people are starting to get antsy, so you > > speed up the tempo a hair and try to perform a mix... failure! > > > > your partner decides he better run down stairs and start calliing real > > djs > > as the crowd is starting to boo and and occasionally yell things. > > Alone, > > with a pile of records you don't know and no dicernable dj skills, you > > begin to panic. You grab a copy of Speedy J's Public Energy #1 and put > > on > > "As the Bubble Expands." As it's grating tabla screech fills the room, > > you > > see some of your customers beeline for the door. Others are now openly > > hostile and yelling obcenities. Your partner comes running into the > > booth, > > yelling at you to "play something dancable stupid!" > > > > you reply that these are all his records, and "there is nothing > > dancable, > > stupid!" > > > > several tense minutes later, the headlining DJ shows up, only two hours > > late. YOu breath a sigh of relief as he walks into the booth. You fade > > out > > one last records and fade in the next, trying to act like everything is > > under control. He leans over and asks... > > > > "What's up with the sound system tonight?" > > > > You reply, "I dunno, does it sound bad?" > > > > At that point, the DJ reaches past you to the mixer (a Pioneer DJM-900) > > and hits off the blinking effects button in the lower right hand > > corner. > > How long has that been on? An hour? Two hours? Wow- now you can > > actually > > start to hear the music. You decide it;s time to leave things to the > > professionals, slink quietly out the back door and go get plastered at > > the > > bar down the street. > > > > > > > > > > On Sat, 27 Nov 2004 [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: > > > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> 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 > >> > >> > >> 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 > >> > >> > > > >
