So, months have passed and my blog untouched. It's... sickening, I know. So much talent and so little productivity... yes, you've guessed it: You have landed back on planet Jasper for some cynical blablablabla.
Assessing my current situation, a few things come to mind. I'm having a slightly sore throat. I'm listening to, ocassionally watching Boilerroom.tv, where Scuba and Jimmy Edgar of Hotflush Recordings fame are playing some deephouse cuts from -wait for it- a boilerroom. The obviousness of it all (I mean, they've so clearly put the pipes on the ceiling in the frame for all to see) makes me a little queezy, but it could also be the mindnight oil I'm burning.
As we speak, Scuba (whom I deeply respect) is rolling a fag in the background, while Jimmy (a wee bit of loathing, there) is doing the hip deephouse-with-a-touch-of-90's-R&B thing. There are two vinyl players (untouched so far) and Pioneer CDJ's hooked up to a Pioneer mixer - pretty much the club standard. Being a digital wuss myself, I always feel a slight envy whenever I see these guys actually beatmatch and -mix their cd's. Having the discipline and patience to actually beatmatch by hand is something that is becoming obsolete, as there is no necessity for this skill: any and all DJ software will take of that for you. The ability to do this is still considered an art though, meaning that in order to be taken seriously as a DJ (regardless of one's ambition in this direction), one must master the beatmatch-by-hand. Frustating.
Tomorrow, I will have a stab at becoming a serious DJ. Ill advised and obviously doomed to fail for my lack of beatmatching-skills, I feel compelled to attempt my first try. In the past few months, I've been slowly gathering some tracks that I feel strongly about, and have gotten comfortable with the DJ software. I've also managed to demistify the range of elusive (sub)genres that comprises the spectre of electronic music. No small feat considering the many tiny changes could propel a tune into a completely different category. Also, there seems to be an outbreak of Peter Pan-syndrom (or early stages of senility) among electronic music fans. Basically meaning that most DJ's and fans forget or negate any tracks over 18 months and under 15 years of age. So 90's shit house is okay, but some great minimal track from "06 has been banished to some place far from collective consciousness. I'm tempted to say 'swallowed in a big K-hole', but it seems Ketamine as a whole has gone to that same place. Yes, this scene is odd.
Well, Jimmy Edgar has bored me enough to make my eyes heavy. I'll let you get on with your lives, for now. Perhaps I'll share the experience of making my very first mixtape somewhere near the end of the week.
Ta-ta,
Entwistle (my DJ moniker. Like it?)
