Okay. New journal entry coz I'm bored. Hopefully I'm gonna start doin' this a little more reguarly. Bloggin' it up. All the kiddies are doin' it, why can't I?
Things I'm reflecting on: (God that sounds lame... ah well)
(1) People who are motivated. God bless 'em. I wish I understood how to live like that. I just spent tonite usurping/drooling over Quinne and all of her journal wonder. First off, don't think I'm stalking her, coz I ain't. It sounds like she's been dealing with a full-fledged internet stalker loser lately, and don't get me confused with those types. I'm just a lowly DJ who thinks she's the epitome of cuteness. Anyways, Jesus. Go read her journal. This girl's barely touched life yet, and already she's lived in multiple states... multiple countries... and is embarking to a new life and marriage in California. Good on you, girl. Some nights I can't be bothered to embark to Taco Bell, let alone the rest of the world. I wish I knew how to make my brain operate - to not be too afraid to leave my happy little niche in the corn belt and start anew someplace exciting. But on the flipside, there's comfort in familiarity, and friends I'd die if I lost. So I continue to lead the couch potato life (as much that a sales rep / writer / DJ can lead.) And I'm okay with that, as long as I can live vicariously through other people's blogs.
2. One of my mixes is in contention to be included in a rather hep bootleg remix collection, so that's mildly exciting. Granted it's of a really shitty hip hop song (Nitty's "Nasty Girls"), but it's still sumthin'. None of my friends are into the hip-hop thing, and I probably wouldn't be if I didn't have to play it at the club I DJ at constantly, but I still like trying my best to manipulate tracks and make killer mixes and remixes, even if I AM dealing with shit like Britney and Justin and Jessica and Nelly and everybody else who just uses one name. Fuck you if you're too musically elitist to have fun once in a while, I say.
3. I AM, however, running into a problem at the club. Some honest-to-God authentic indie kids have been coming in lately. Remember... I work at a reeeally cheezy hip-hop/top 40 meat market of a dance club, right? Well, about a month ago in walks this pack of indie kids who decided to hit the trendy clubs just to have a wank, take a piss out of the trendy people, and generally make asses out of themselves while dancing around to Beyonce and such, right? In other words, these people should be MY FRIENDS. Anyhow... I threw em a bone and mixed The Rapture into my set, making 'em all freak out and love me forever. So they've been coming back... and back... and back. And constantly requesting music that (a) I adore [Killers, Postal Service, Hot Hot Heat, etc.], but (b) stuff that I'd run out of town on a rail for playing. So I'm stressing out. Coz they wanna hear awesome music... I wanna PLAY awesome music for all of 'em... but I really need to be playin all yer cheezy Slow-Motion-Lean-Back-esque Top 40 hits. So I've gotta find a happy medium, because the indiekids are becoming regulars, though there's about 20 of them and about 150 of the top 40 meat-market kids. Grrr.
3. I'm taking the weekend off and seeing the Polyphonic Spree in Chicago. If that ain't redemption, I dunno what is. I'm trying to convince one of my coworkers at the paper to accompany. She's super cool, but super NOT hip... to the point of being a country music fan (eek.) So I think it'd be a stellar culture shock to get her to go. I may have to stroll up and down Michigan Ave. browsing at Prada bags in order to get her to go, but it'll be great fun nonetheless.
That's enough ramble for tonite. Somebody leave me a comment or I'll start to think I'm typing to myself.
Things I'm reflecting on: (God that sounds lame... ah well)
(1) People who are motivated. God bless 'em. I wish I understood how to live like that. I just spent tonite usurping/drooling over Quinne and all of her journal wonder. First off, don't think I'm stalking her, coz I ain't. It sounds like she's been dealing with a full-fledged internet stalker loser lately, and don't get me confused with those types. I'm just a lowly DJ who thinks she's the epitome of cuteness. Anyways, Jesus. Go read her journal. This girl's barely touched life yet, and already she's lived in multiple states... multiple countries... and is embarking to a new life and marriage in California. Good on you, girl. Some nights I can't be bothered to embark to Taco Bell, let alone the rest of the world. I wish I knew how to make my brain operate - to not be too afraid to leave my happy little niche in the corn belt and start anew someplace exciting. But on the flipside, there's comfort in familiarity, and friends I'd die if I lost. So I continue to lead the couch potato life (as much that a sales rep / writer / DJ can lead.) And I'm okay with that, as long as I can live vicariously through other people's blogs.
2. One of my mixes is in contention to be included in a rather hep bootleg remix collection, so that's mildly exciting. Granted it's of a really shitty hip hop song (Nitty's "Nasty Girls"), but it's still sumthin'. None of my friends are into the hip-hop thing, and I probably wouldn't be if I didn't have to play it at the club I DJ at constantly, but I still like trying my best to manipulate tracks and make killer mixes and remixes, even if I AM dealing with shit like Britney and Justin and Jessica and Nelly and everybody else who just uses one name. Fuck you if you're too musically elitist to have fun once in a while, I say.
3. I AM, however, running into a problem at the club. Some honest-to-God authentic indie kids have been coming in lately. Remember... I work at a reeeally cheezy hip-hop/top 40 meat market of a dance club, right? Well, about a month ago in walks this pack of indie kids who decided to hit the trendy clubs just to have a wank, take a piss out of the trendy people, and generally make asses out of themselves while dancing around to Beyonce and such, right? In other words, these people should be MY FRIENDS. Anyhow... I threw em a bone and mixed The Rapture into my set, making 'em all freak out and love me forever. So they've been coming back... and back... and back. And constantly requesting music that (a) I adore [Killers, Postal Service, Hot Hot Heat, etc.], but (b) stuff that I'd run out of town on a rail for playing. So I'm stressing out. Coz they wanna hear awesome music... I wanna PLAY awesome music for all of 'em... but I really need to be playin all yer cheezy Slow-Motion-Lean-Back-esque Top 40 hits. So I've gotta find a happy medium, because the indiekids are becoming regulars, though there's about 20 of them and about 150 of the top 40 meat-market kids. Grrr.
3. I'm taking the weekend off and seeing the Polyphonic Spree in Chicago. If that ain't redemption, I dunno what is. I'm trying to convince one of my coworkers at the paper to accompany. She's super cool, but super NOT hip... to the point of being a country music fan (eek.) So I think it'd be a stellar culture shock to get her to go. I may have to stroll up and down Michigan Ave. browsing at Prada bags in order to get her to go, but it'll be great fun nonetheless.
That's enough ramble for tonite. Somebody leave me a comment or I'll start to think I'm typing to myself.
I wouldn't mind to see the Polyphonic Spree, but I tend to avoid places like the Park West...just prefer more intimate settings...
i'm up in chicago - but actually hail from the quad cities - my parent are still there etc.
so i gotta ask - where do you DJ? (i prolly don't know it - folks always ask me: 'what is there to do in the quad cities?', but i went to college in nomral, so i don't know what there is do in the quads really).
sorry your club job is rough - but conrats on the remix