> Something is wrong with that sort of culture
> (I no longer consider myself a part of it).
> I mean, you wouldn't go promote yourself
> as a professional violinist or guitar player
> after only playing for a couple of months
> of half-assed practice, would you?
> Something has to be said for integrity and
> practice, and furthermore, self-respect.
> It would seem to me to be a matter of
> honour and conversely shame not to
> spin-out, especially market yourself (its
> a different thing to work up your skills
> playing house-parties, say) if you simply
> can't even handle the basics. It's like
> not knowing all the chords on your guitar
> or not knowing all the hand positions as a
> violinist. It's cheating, and fake, and soul-less,
> passionless and destitute. It's attention-grabbing
> and fame-hogging. Observers like me certainly
> question the motives of such a "dj."
Just because someone produces awesome tracks, doesn't
mean they can DJ!!! DJing is an art in and of itself,
and artists and producers who actually put effort,
practice and thought into DJING and their music
collection, and are good at it, should get to play out
more, and should get some freaking respect already!!!
What makes me nuts are producers, who just play record
after record, and get booked regularly to play out,
when it is so obvious that they either
a) do not even know how to dj (beat match, program,
b) do not show any skill at DJing at these gigs, but
perhaps they are just keeping their amazing skills
I paid good money to see Talvin Singh, Ashley Beedle,
and Kevin Saunderson all do lame mixing in one way or
another, for example: play one song, then cross fade
on a break into another song at a different bpm, play
another song after this one ends, la la la... etc.
How annoying!!! ...or cross fade over from song to
song for only 4 measures, song after song after song
after song for a whole set. I paid to see this?!
UGH!!! At least try...
But... with all due respect, thank you to these
(non-djing) producers for writing sick tracks! Your
music creating art is much loved and appreciated. It
just simply comes down to this... if you do not know
how to DJ, and you aren't even going to try, then
please step back, and let the people who are putting
real effort into this art do their thang!!!
Love and a 12 inch,
One group of 4 candy kids to another group of 6.
"So do you guys all wanna go to someplace and make out?"
Reply: "Nah, We didn't do enough E."
Overheard at the entrance to Satyricon in the morning.
[3. [Agent B] Warehouse
--- You wrote:
So a successful break-in was achieved, hmm?
Warehouse, tunnel, shipping yard?
What was the nature of the occupation?
--- end of quote ---
From this event, I've picked up a new hobby (forget the event--I just want
to drive around late at night and break into warehouses), as well as discovered
the instrument of my true desire: bolt cutters! How did I go through 23 years of
my life without them? And why doesn't every woman have her own?
My partner and I were able to get into this place using a pair of bolt
cutters (yay! guess who go to wield them) for the padlock on the gate, and a
handy lock-kit on a side door.
Because this space was so amazing, I'm going to give you a long, detailed
description. This was a newly abandoned warehouse/office/showroom. I think they
had sold farm and construction equiptment. There were two adjacent 6,000 sq
meter warehouses, with a smaller (maybe 2,000 sqm) warehouse on the other side
of the building. The smaller warehouse housed a forklift and a few other fun
pieces of heavy, mobile machinery with the keys in the ignition. Leading from
the larger warehouses, there were a series of small carpeted office rooms
upstairs, below these offices there were a variety of larger sized rooms with
linoleum. The rooms were arranged bee-hive style--that's be best way I can
describe it. There were several rooms facing out onto the street, which lead
into interior rooms, which in turn lead to further interior room, etc. All the
offices facing out to the world still had drapes on the windows. We set up our
gear in an good-sized interior downstairs room. The music was inaudible from the
warehouses and the outer office rooms, and much of upstairs. Nobody parked
around the space, nobody loitered outside, and from the street (and even from
right outside the door we used) the place looked completely unoccupied.
The electricity and heat were still running, the water in the bathrooms was
still functioning, and the alarm system had been deactivated long before we
arrived. There was even an operating water fountain.
One of the upstairs office rooms was stuffed with files of slides (most
looked to be photos of farm equipment and construction sites), film reels of
early 1970 golf tournaments, and several duplicated photographs of the old
owners and employees of the company, along with some more equipment. There were
so many photos that the pile on the floor took up half the room (at knee
Oh, and at the back of the building, behind the larger warehouses, there
were some enormous sheds, a train track, and abandonded fields.
I love industry. Especially depressed industry.
"[The] feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. It is about
socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to
their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy
and become lesbians. "
- Pat Robertson, fundraising letter, 1992
old days, before the discovery of eruptions, lava had to be hand carried down
the mountain and thrown onto the sleeping villagers. This took
::techno deployment across
canada and the west coast::
feb12[sea] I SAW YOU @
I<3U. Mike Perkowitz, Ben Sims.