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| trancearoundwld |
Pretty simple idea, just post your cool stories.
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| ChemEnhanced |
| quote: | Originally posted by Shaya007
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| Mach X |
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| trancearoundwld |
| So this one time i started a thread, and in my disappointment, it turned out that trancedicks.com was full of douchebags :stongue: |
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| PivotTechno |
Douchebags who are merely responding to a douchebag who mistakenly believes his kickass thread is entirely original and hasn't been heard 1000 times over by 98% of the people inhabiting this board.
But since you asked, here's the story that accompanies my latest mix (to be posted tomorrow):
Three point five weeks until we vacate the irony-laden apartment (see whyyoustarteddancingtotechnointhefirstplace for the backstory). Came to the conclusion that I've been kidding myself if I've been thinking I'm leading a happy and satisfying existence - and it isn't just from a lack of soundproofing. The cherry on top of the sundae was an episode of Star Trek (TNG, natch) we watch last night titled "Ethics" – the one where Lieutenant Worf sustains an injury that leaves him paralysed from waist down. His response to the traumatic event is to request that Commander Riker assist him with a ritual Klingon suicide, explaining that by his culture, if he cannot live as a whole individual then he should not live at all.
I turned this timely message inward and saw that it reflected exactly what I've been feeling as of late. I've been shirking my passion for hammering out bumping mixes aimed squarely at the dancefloor, where the mind becomes the feet.
Instead, I've been bummed about and distracted by:
the noise situation not being able to afford records not having any new records the condition of my old records my poor old decks being out of whack and in desperate need of servicing being down to my last set of good needles not having any energy and no money's coming in right now and we have to move and AAAAAAAAAAAA.
I got tired just rereading that.
All this bummedoutedness and distractication mysteriously made me forget that despite all of those concerns, I could still play music if that's what I really wanted to do. And I do, oh I do I do I do! (I was even audacious enough to remind T that when she married me, she married my DJing as well – only fair, DJing and I had a 24-year-long romance before T entered the picture!)
Boiling it right down, I'd venture to say that if I'm not doing the things in life that truly bring me happiness, then I'm not actually living at all – a life filled with compromise to one's heart is no life at all.
So, DJing, my wonderful marriage and Shiatsu (chronological order) it is, sunny side up.
Yesterday, I recorded a decent enough House mix as a birthday present for my mother-in-law – she always has her Saint Germain CD playing whenever we visit, so I thought I'd try to come up with something in a similar vein, while at the same time pushing the boundaries of what she'll usually listen to. It's called M's Birthday Boppin' Around The Kitchen While Makin' Fixins Mix, and while T thinks I should put it up on Soundcloud now, I think it's only fair that mom-in gets first dibs.
Which leads us to today (yesterday as I write this, officially - which would make the previously mentioned yesterday the day before yesterday, officially). Putting the bummers and distracts aside, I dug out a box of mostly-90s, mostly-percuss-heavy Techno and had at it. Some wobbliness in the beginning as I find my footing, but I slugged out a solid 40-minutes before I bailed – it takes a load of effort for me to maintain that tear-the-roof-off 4 a.m. warehouse momentum in a mix when I'm playing to myself and the cat, midday, trust. And I like to think it does have that big room vibe - it kind of has to, as that's where this kind of music belongs (see Awakenings Festival in The Netherlands for the highest of heights in this field).
By the way, still having some audio issues – unnecessary background processes ended, ferrite cores and there are still some digitill scratchy pops here and there – sorry 'bout that!
You've been tuned into Tales From Westside...BUM BUM BUM BUM!
COOL EMBRYO! |
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| VDub |
I need the 4 am one....
DOOO EEEET!!!! |
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| GGM |
| One time a fully drained rechargeable D cell battery (those big mother******s that ghetto blasters use) got stuck in my ass. 5 days later a doctor ripped it out and it was fully charged. Go figure. |
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| trancearoundwld |
| quote: | Originally posted by GGM
One time a fully drained rechargeable D cell battery (those big mother******s that ghetto blasters use) got stuck in my ass. 5 days later a doctor ripped it out and it was fully charged. Go figure. |
Next time your with you bf, tell him not to put the blindfold on ya, as you will confuse the cylindrical battery shape to the dildo when your reaching for it under the bed, did you swallow a penny? and drink something acidic?, could recharge it, theoretically. :stongue: |
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