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| quote: | Originally posted by Sand Leaper
That would work nicely. Another option would be to put Doop - Doop on infinite repeat, crank it up a few dozen dB and then send hordes of demons to every part of the globe with speakers on their backs. And for those who haven't heard Doop - Doop, be thankful. It is truly a diabolic creation. |
We're talking SATAN!!! Not a Pee Wee herman gnome churning butter while on a pogo stick.
Thanks Dewd for the link! Dl'ing now.
Just outta curiosity, what is prominent in the Seattle DnB scene, that ranks it up in caliber? I don't know anything of scenes, but I did attend a DnB event here in the Midwest and there was a definite "vibe" It was more intense, kinda cold and... sterile? It seemed to be solely about the music, nothing more. There were no candy kids, it was mainly an older crowd. I felt like I was at a wine tasting, where only the refined tastes were allowed. You didn't dance, there were no circles around the breakdancing, everyone was staring straight at the dj, nodding their heads. Because of this, it seemed that at the drop of a Levi jean lint, the whole place was going to combust in tiny particles at any second. It was something I've never witnessed before. As if these people crawled out of the ground, gave their silent, intense recognition and then left, never to speak of the event again as it was some 7th marvel secret of the world. Am I the only one whos experienced this?
There's my once daily people profiling.
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