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Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
Thinly-disguised entrances to Hell where bad things happen. Tell us your dancefloor disasters.
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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Tales from DJ Booth part 1.
I still recall doing a warm up set of Funk/Hip-hop/Bouncy Breaks in Ride in Nottingham, handing over to the next bloke, who as doing a full on Ableton + Controllers & Guitar set, and finds himself confronted with a overly made up, thoroughly pissed Barbie-a-like sporting a like '21 Today' badge, who proceeds to ask him to play Brian Adams / Summer of '69.
Stu, for that was the man's name, politely decines, pointing out that he doesn't really play records, but mucks about with samples, and can't really help.
All of this was totally over the poor dears head, and the next thing I heard was her bleating 'But it's my biiiiiiiiiiirthday'. Just glad my set had finished 5 minutes earlier ...
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:46, Reply)
I still recall doing a warm up set of Funk/Hip-hop/Bouncy Breaks in Ride in Nottingham, handing over to the next bloke, who as doing a full on Ableton + Controllers & Guitar set, and finds himself confronted with a overly made up, thoroughly pissed Barbie-a-like sporting a like '21 Today' badge, who proceeds to ask him to play Brian Adams / Summer of '69.
Stu, for that was the man's name, politely decines, pointing out that he doesn't really play records, but mucks about with samples, and can't really help.
All of this was totally over the poor dears head, and the next thing I heard was her bleating 'But it's my biiiiiiiiiiirthday'. Just glad my set had finished 5 minutes earlier ...
( , Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:46, Reply)
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