No don’t worry, I haven’t gone on a detox. It was (part of) the name of a night I played
for on Friday, at the invite of my favourite fellow-Bracknell
credit-controller, myself not included.
I played the warm-up set.
I love warm-ups because I can play some of the deeper and more
underground music I love without telling the respective promoter to fuck off as
I am playing what I want to play.
Thankfully promoters seem to trust me – 25 years of
listening to music, 15 years of clubbing, 11 Ibiza trips, 1000’s of hours on
the dancefloor, 15 hours listening to new tracks every week and a massive 100
hours practice DJing means that I have some background experience to put to use.
My set went well, despite the lack of recent practice. I did play quite a few tracks that I played
in my last set, they are all really nice underground house tracks by the likes
of Ittetsu, for example, and I don’t have that many of that particular style,
then I progressed onto different territory – mixing up house, deep house,
minimal and a track with an 80’s sound to it but always keeping it underground
and groovy.
Just one mixing error by experimenting with a slightly odd
Villalobos track as I needed a pee, at a much lower tempo which didn’t really
work when mixing it out (possibly the first time ever that a Villalobos track was played in
Reading, and will definitely not be the last!) – oh and I came ever so close to
one track running out when I realised that my desired track wouldn’t work, just
40 seconds to go and I had to very quickly change the incoming CD and blindly
play the first track. Somehow I got away
with it! I do feel ready to step up to playing something closer to a peak-time
set.
I kept the mixing fairly straight-forward – I have started
practicing mixing tracks backwards by flipping reverse on the incumbent track
but a touch on the experimental side at the moment to say the least.
Plenty of compliments from friends, randoms, the promoters
and a rather attractive barmaid. So much
so that I have been promised a bongo player over my next set. If anyone knows where I can get some horse
tranquilizer from that would be appreciated.
I wouldn’t normally advocate spiking someone’s drink but bongo players
(and especially saxophonists) are deserved exceptions and according to Newsnight I believe that it doesn’t
last long – it is for a very good cause.
The outcome of such love is not only my ever-inflated ego
but it also looks like two further bookings, to be confirmed of course my
horse. Still no blow job offers – that
is about 15 sets now FFS. DJing is not
everything they promise in the movies.
My next set is Saturday 22nd December, again at
Zeus, time unknown but will be in the garden.
A perfect excuse for a pre-Christmas piss-up and I will endeavour to
squeeze in at least one Christmas song. It
will be a big night. I might even play
the odd request as long as I like it enough.
Ho ho ho.
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