mechapearlbass

God! it is not a proper gig unless some drunken idiot comes up to you at the end of the night and calls you a cunt for not playing Sean Paul or the Scissor Sisters in your set. I don't know how many times myself and Adam (other half of Eight Foot Elvis) told this girl that we are breaks DJ's and no we don't have any Sean Paul. Last night ruled, I forgot how much I love DJing, I haven't done it in ages but it is just like riding a bike; once you learn to beat mix you never forget. My favourite part of the set was when I horrified the entire crowd by playing the Iggy Pop and Peaches track Motor Inn. Which contains such lyrics as, "I love chicks with dicks" and "big, big titties! titties titties, titties" as set to the roughest guitar and 4/4 beat. There is nothing quite as satisfying as horrifying trendys.

Other things I did last night: got trashed on vodka, swapped sex stories with my friend, bitched about everything and everyone, went on gaydar to help my friend stalk someone he thinks is his ex.

Now to the future, I will be in the Ship tomorrow night at some stage, before that I have to go and check out a bar that my aforementioned friend is thinking of taking over. Playing a gig on Sunday (just incase anyone forgets )

Take care,

lots of love and kisses tooooooooooooo


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