A block of Betatraxx. Ready for round two. Betatraxx reconfigures We Are Your Friends, which Justice reconfigures Simian's Never Be Alone. A dream within a dream...I mean, a remix within a remix. Cue suspenseful music here:
From Justice's latest album, Audio, Video, Disco, Rick Rubin has decided to stick his hands on On'N'On and remix it around'N'around. I'm still liking the original, but this one has it's pleasant vibes. What will he ruin next?
We have three dubstep luminaries who have produced a sub-woofer-explosive track, called Right On Time. Which part of the track did each producer contribute? Tonight's homework: Listen to the three producers' creative works from the past and then compare to this track.
Presenting Felix Da Housecat's new club mix to initiate the beginning of the end of the world. Or at least the beginning of another decade of end-of-the-world suspense. When will the next world-ending date be announced? Eh, who cares, enjoy today!!!
Allow patrons to enter the facility in a calm and timely fashion. Point finger and force a smile onto each patron who fails to produce a positive facial reaction to current event. Assist ignorant patrons who fail to move in a flailing motion during the period of noise, henceforth called, "MUSIC." If patrons become rowdy, stand aside and wait until the chaos subsides. When patrons have reached low levels of energy and the Music has concluded, direct the patrons in an unpolite, forceful manner towards the nearest exits. If necessary, cattle prods are located below the fire extinguisher and fire hose port.
You enter the club early, let us say 9:30 pm. Why? Because you can't stand waiting in your hotel room doing nothing. You arrive. Guestlist? There's the name. Cool beans. Inside you go, escorted by Baby Mama wearing the fashionable pink-and-white lingerie ensemble. She sits you down, and asks where your crew is located. You tell her it's only a party for two, if she sits with you and does a shot of the Goose, otherwise you're flying Han Solo. You look around, a scattered select of early birds pecking around the aisles and watering hole. In the air is a slight haze of the pre-mature fog machine mist and in the speakers blow the sounds of techno by the DJ Intro. What's he playing? Hmm. Probably this one...Why so early?
You teenagers are out of control. Everything has to be about sex. Sex! Sex! Sex! Girls dress in their barely-theres. Guys blast their filthy mouths. Nothing but simulated sex on that dance floor and drinking sexually-monikered beverages. Then the DJ shoves a risqué track to enhance the hormones to encourage such outrageous behavior. What do you have to say for yourselves?
There's nothing better than HOT free tracks to start your weekend off right! We have DJ Spryte, Disco Syndicate, Dosvec, and JD Live with some free mashups and remixes!
There's a select few at the beach who have become poor sports who bring toilet paper to parties. How dare they ask you to turn down the music, that's coming from your iPod boom box. It's a public area, just like the public area at the mall or at a tail-gait party in the stadium parking lot (technically that's private property, but it's a populated area! And there's music!). It's not even ear-drum-shattering loud either. I'm sorry your ignorance and impatience of culture has led you to the Dark Side. I pity you, Worm. But continue the complaining, because there's more to come...Insert sinister guffaw here.