Nothing in particular .... (part 2)

Continuing the "worst night out in Lisbon" in my post-France era, I realised that I didn't want to finish this post.
I called it a "part 2" just because I didn't wat to let any of my hard-core fans with their trousers mid-way through their legs.

I also realised that long posts are a little bit like sex:
1-One can praise quantity over quality... (frequent action-packed short bursts of witty sentences);
2-One can praise quality over quantity... (long in-deep analysis with discernible stages scoping from a soft build-up to full scale explosion of ideas and epiphanies)

I tend to prefer the latter (both in sex and writing), but if confrontated with the possibility of the first, I will definitively take my chances...(you just need to cross your fingers and hope for the best)

Just to keep track of the post title, I'll just take a few words to describe how one can read between the lines and finally grasp the complex weaving of this imense loom that we, so wondrously call the fabric of emotions that dwelve in the world of warehouse modern rave parties. Parties like this suck big time!!!

I'm going to get a blast of shockwaves tomorrow, and I'm just not in the mood of continuing to discuss a crap party experience. I am officially over it, just like the Dandys.

By the way... I'm shit scared of getting my kidney blown off by one "off-the-target" shot.
I' m having these visions of a doctor reassuring me about his precision targeting system, and simultaneously remembering of Koweit and Iraq....
And worse than getting my kidney ending up a civil casualty of my urologist convictions in technology, is the fact that I'll be pissing sharpnels for the following week!!!
That's just about the most uncool subject to talk about if you end up getting a date on the following days... just imagine the look on her face when you told her that beside the blood there's also some not-so-tiny pointy solid rocks that could come out in any given situation!!!
I should keep a mental note on when to start this subject in the following days from the cirgury.






Well, that's it

Nothing in particular...part 1

Remember the hard-etc...etc..-party night?

Well, I do!
It was utter crap!
It was a major K crap!!!!
Why is that when you actually do some forward planning toward a binge-drinking buddy night, it turns out to be - most often - a shot in the foot?
I went to a so called "Digital art and electronic music festival" .... yeah there was some digital in it, but there wasn't anything remotely similar to art and even less to what I usually call a festival.
The musical thematic was supposed to be minimal techno.... According to my point of view it was a full-blown-out techno affair where the epithet of minimal should have been addressed to to the audience in assistance: 2:45 am and the massive attendance was of approximately 25 mislead individuals, already counting with the DJs families and closest of friends.
Mix that with a acute crisis of party deprivation and a larger than life willingness to have fun , and what do you get... beside the excruciating headache from a crap sound system in a seemingly useless warehouse where this gathering of wastefuls' took place? Let me tell you in a kindly manner: an unbearable sense of frustration for having to have paid for it!!!!
It's already bad when a Dj sucks, but when the sucking DJ - who is supposedly one of the more acclaimed in that particular genre - is playing for 10 basket cases is just too much to handle! I'll take the chance to make a witty remark about an older couple that clearly chose the wrong set of drugs for the event.... the poor bastards.. I think they were on their way to the Yellow Submarine filming locations... and speeding to it, most definitively!!
Yours truly was in such a mood that if the end of world hunger was officially announced at that particular occasion, I would probably complain about the cold.
But let us hold a little bit to the fabulous albeit monotonous world of minimal techno.
I'm starting to think that there are some guys in the music industry that really really would love to edit a record or be known for their musical (in)ability... so what do you do when you can't produce a good record in your preferable or favorite style?? You create a new one!!!!
If done properly you can eventually excel at it!
So.. now one can imagine the dude in his studio, banging the new Dj Superstar onto his head wandering why can't he.... the dude..... in the studio..... create a bangin' track??
Fuck that! he says. I'm starting the same track as Dj Whatshisname but without the complicated parts (that he can't achieve to produce, of course) and claiming a new esthetically sound manifest, he declares triumphantly: That's it!!! I'm now doing minimal-whatever (the second term doesn't really matter that much).

(to be continued....)