Gutting.
On the plus side you can play any self-indulgent crap you want. Although no doubt you probably do this anyway.
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:37, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

of course we do!

( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:39, Reply)

Why do you think they all leave?

(PsychoChomp, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:39, Reply)

no one ever listens
so it's not because of the music
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:40, Reply)

Soul destroying isn't it?
When I was paying my dues as a DJ I had some terrible nights, like playing to a near-empty bar on a wet Wednesday. What's worse is a place empty apart from one really, really pissed up twat who think's you're the best DJ they've ever seen and repeatedly tells you this whilst trying to impress you with their knowledge by requesting every single record they've ever heard of in that particular style.

I don't miss it, I can tell you.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:51, Reply)

Sounds grim
Although I'm sure you've also had plenty of high octane nights behind the wheels of steel! Many a time i've wished i could drag the stupid fucking DJ out of his booth and just play some 'classics'. Too often DJ's disappear up their own arses and insist on playing the latest, laziest, easiest to mix crap they can get their hands on. I would be all up for mixing it up big time...say Squarepusher followed by New Fads followed by Autechre followed by Beefheart type thing.

Just playing great music, basically.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 9:58, Reply)

There were some great nights, that's true.
Playing to 3000 people in a warehouse in Kings Cross, or to a packed-to-the-rafters Cork Opera House at the Guinness Jazz Festival were high points. As was my residency at Turnmills, playing alongside folk like Norman Cook (one of the nicest people I've ever met), and The Chemical Brothers...

Seems like a lifetime ago.

*stares wistfully into the distance*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:04, Reply)

*snaps fingers*
Monty, MONTY.... these invoices need checked.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:09, Reply)

hahaha brilliant.
If you could see the wet and windswept industrial estate that I can see out of my window, you would understand how utterly miserable it was to snap out of that little reverie....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)

At least you have
something to look at. I work in a windowless dungeon. Trust me, windswept and grey would be like a watching a rainbow on mushrooms for me.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:19, Reply)

Damn, I've been that guy a couple of times.

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:04, Reply)

I thought I recognised you.
Managed to clean the sick off those shoes yet?
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)

It's like I'm in The Truman Show.

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:08, Reply)