Jimanee
04-04-2012, 05:39 AM
In my dreams I would like to educate everyone in the Techniques and principles of fine DJing.
I would like them to take pride in what they did, i would want them push each transition for what it's worth, knowing that every time yours and a clubs reputation is on the line.
Then I want them to play a 6 hour set, full of requesterstors, tough crowds, wannabe MCs and pounding volumes. To experience the crushing lows of clearing a dance floor and the nervous elation when the whole club kicks off.
They could chill afterwards at the club, have some drinks, yet still be unable to sleep till 6 am due to the adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
I would force them to do this three nights in a row till it leaves them a mumbling wreck four days later, I want them to try and hide in a darkened room with a ringing head and ears, a burning pain in every joint of the arms, legs and back and with a numb jaw from shout outs .
Then I would torture them with the sounds of car alarms, lawnmowers and drills; I would bother them with household chores, unnecessary car journeys and then I would drag them out to a pub or another club, moaning how I don't get out that much.
Yep whilst they sat there with a thousand yards stare, sipping at drink they don't want, writhing in back pain on an uncomfortable chair, I would whinge at them for not being more fun.
I would do this because then they would know how it feels the bastards :argh:
Leave me alone on Sundays :argh:
I would like them to take pride in what they did, i would want them push each transition for what it's worth, knowing that every time yours and a clubs reputation is on the line.
Then I want them to play a 6 hour set, full of requesterstors, tough crowds, wannabe MCs and pounding volumes. To experience the crushing lows of clearing a dance floor and the nervous elation when the whole club kicks off.
They could chill afterwards at the club, have some drinks, yet still be unable to sleep till 6 am due to the adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
I would force them to do this three nights in a row till it leaves them a mumbling wreck four days later, I want them to try and hide in a darkened room with a ringing head and ears, a burning pain in every joint of the arms, legs and back and with a numb jaw from shout outs .
Then I would torture them with the sounds of car alarms, lawnmowers and drills; I would bother them with household chores, unnecessary car journeys and then I would drag them out to a pub or another club, moaning how I don't get out that much.
Yep whilst they sat there with a thousand yards stare, sipping at drink they don't want, writhing in back pain on an uncomfortable chair, I would whinge at them for not being more fun.
I would do this because then they would know how it feels the bastards :argh:
Leave me alone on Sundays :argh: