| Author: **** |
Posted: 11/5/01 @ 12:25 PM |
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Subject: RE: I Hate DJ's
In Response To: I Hate DJ's |
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be careful chocolatehole, foul-mouthing causes the undesired topic to occur. And D.J.'s are often addicted to music - which is one of the few foundations for a life worth living. You're mad because they make more money than you. That is serious fucking bullshit. And for some people that sincerely enjoy beats to play along with, not owning a drum kit, what would you recommend they do?
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| Author: Thelema |
Posted: 11/5/01 @ 11:08 AM |
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| Subject: I Hate DJ's |
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I HATE DJs Every one of them. From your great-uncle who tries to spin Rush's "Tom Sawyer" over Donna Summer's "I Feel Love" (the unholy din created being only marginally better than the originals), to the big international brandname DJ's and their coke-stained slipmatts, to the guy you went to school with who's changed his name to "Mike-E-Blunt" or something equally ridiculous so he can pull chicks… There's no art to being a DJ, and there's a craft only in the sense that some DJs are less actively insulting than others. They talk about "taking listeners on a journey", but they really mean that they've created the musical equivalent of cheap air-travel: no breaks once you start, no choices about the "entertainment" you're given, no escape from the unpleasant teeth grinders jammed in around you and a vague suspicion that the guy at the front smiling down at everyone, humping inanimate objects and making weird arm motions is demonstrating the use of a life jacket. They wax poetic about "educating" their listeners, but all you really learn from one of their sets is that drugs will make anything bearable, and that 25 dollars is seriously too much money to have to pay to see a man who can't even play an instrument… The truth is that beatmixing - ie. playing two records, both in 4/4 time, both with four beats to the bar, simultaneously - is as easy as falling off a log. It's almost as easy as catching a nasty STD from one of these guys (I once had a friend who went down that sorry path. She now spends her entire time in a bath tiled with sandpaper). As for turntablists, well, if I wanted to hear meaningless loops of songs lost in interminable stretches of irritating noise, I'd just keep flicking the tuner on my radio and save myself the bother. EVOLVE! DAMN YOU!!!!
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