Oh am laughing too much... it was the nightmare of all my shit in history in a club. Sooo unorganized.. club didn't even open at 10 it opened at 11.. we had to play "hip hop" for 30 minutse before I can move to my shit.. The needles on the tables were fuggled and would skip to the slightest push on the pitch. I had to borrow better needles where I owe the guy something like you rub my back and I rub yours term meaning he wanted the green stuff. Whats worse since I messed up on the first two mixes with the crapped needles I had to take tequila shots with the guy who was lending me the needles. He was the sound tech so he does that to the Djs who mess up. So that was two messed up mixes and he said you owe me I want to get myself f*cked up so you have to get f*cked up with me.
The only really good highlight was the chicks that came to my booth. And the few europeans there that appreciated it and said it was good.
Nyork crowd is fugging bullshit mainstream. Europeans are way better.
Good thing we get red lounge next.. am just going to drop all fuggin trance and breaks and grrrring bass.
