Pointless But It Does My Head In
Martin Dust
Techno Zen Master
Fancying something to eat and upon eating it, it turns out to be rubbish.
mixed_biscuits
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Sectionfive
bandwagon house
Sitting there at half nine not knowing what you fancy but still knowing its nothing you have in.
Dr Awesome
Techsteppin'
HP driver install software.
slowtrain
Well-known member
The thing i hate most.
Dr Awesome
Techsteppin'
Ugh, DJ'd my first ever set in a club.
New local weekly gig, run by my friend. Only the 2nd week in-operation.
Played the opening slot, 10-11pm. Got there and was confronted by one of those x: one 92 beasts of a mixer, which I've never used before. Terrifying.
Spent so long fucking around trying to get the levels good in the booth/headphones and a few clangy mixes due to the crazy gain set-up I lost all my confidence and just ended up cuing from the last 16. Eventually got it together enough to have a half dozen semi-decent mixes, and got some sort of nice opening vibe goin' on, built up the atmosphere in the place and got people (standing) on the dancefloor.
Next guys take over and blast out terrible terrible power brostep overdriven midrange flange shit and completely kill the vibe, everybody walks out of the dance floor and as if on cue, thousands of 18yr old's show up and start texting, being loud and running around everywhere.
Shitty experience, and I'm well pissed off at my self that I didn't do better. Can mix roughly 10^999^18.2 times better in my bedroom.
New local weekly gig, run by my friend. Only the 2nd week in-operation.
Played the opening slot, 10-11pm. Got there and was confronted by one of those x: one 92 beasts of a mixer, which I've never used before. Terrifying.
Spent so long fucking around trying to get the levels good in the booth/headphones and a few clangy mixes due to the crazy gain set-up I lost all my confidence and just ended up cuing from the last 16. Eventually got it together enough to have a half dozen semi-decent mixes, and got some sort of nice opening vibe goin' on, built up the atmosphere in the place and got people (standing) on the dancefloor.
Next guys take over and blast out terrible terrible power brostep overdriven midrange flange shit and completely kill the vibe, everybody walks out of the dance floor and as if on cue, thousands of 18yr old's show up and start texting, being loud and running around everywhere.
Shitty experience, and I'm well pissed off at my self that I didn't do better. Can mix roughly 10^999^18.2 times better in my bedroom.
Argghhhhh this right here.
"It's fucked. IT'S FUCKED. No! I can't save it! Look at it! Clearly not saveable. It's fucked."
I could never work in a kitchen
Hey Dr Awesome, don’t worry about it atall, my first time playing out was much worse than that! And don’t watch the brosteppah’s, I know this sounds cliché, but real heads know what’s really good!! Also, now you have played there, and have clocked the operational aspects of the mixer, I think your confidence will be a lot higher next time you decide to play there.
Sectionfive
bandwagon house
Can everyone send my their e-mails so I can spam you for the top 100 DJs please.
you
Well-known member
so so true, it's the hunter-gatherer trait, when I get too hungry I cant do anything except run or show aggression, arms buzz etc....... staying rational and calm whilst watching your meal burn is never going to happen. I remember I threw a knife once and it stuck in the floor and wobbled and made a cartoonish sound and I thought 'that never happens - why now?'.
you are right, IdleRich. non-standardized power-outlets equals the preservation of diversity and cultural heritage.
i suppose rails should have different sizes too so that trains can not operate beyond their own country. that would be an awesome victory against the insidious forces of globalization.
STN
sou'wester
well isn't that what the 'Pointless ...' bit is about? Things which irk you, though you've no power over them/can think of perfectly good reasons for them?
My sister does this. I mean I'm shit with presents too but last Xmas I was freezing my tits off in Notting Hill with two hours to kill before going to meet my successful-mates-in-a-band but no money to sit in warm pubs and this lairy rasta guy engaging my girlfriend in conversation and my sister rings up and goes "I'm on Amazon, what do you want?".