Assimilation is Futile! You will be Resistant - huh?

Damn.  I am going through my CDs and now realize I have two separate time zones in my life in these little shiny disks.  College.  Wow.  I used to sleep more then.. and damn, I own way too many Kenny G albums than doctors recommend. (*SNORT* LAUGH* GUFFAW*)  AND sounds of Nature?  Enya?  Oh Faye.  (*GIGGLE*) tranquility was musically induced.  I have envy of the me before the other me.  Making sense?  I hope not.

 

Then with much work, HOLY CRAP.  AK 1200... Madame Mercury...I vibrated my house and added two more days of music to my disk drive.  Oh yeah, I hate Apple and iTunes.  Useless program that powers my iPod.  Oh well, I engaged the machine.  (PLLTTTT!)

 

I even managed to pull one special CDR back from the dead.  Hemisphere.  Then sat and dug through my records to label the tracks.  What a time in my life. 

 

(Still alive!)

 

I turned on the amp and spun the first six tracks of Madame Mercury and sit here basking in the glow of HELL YEAH, I OWN these records.

 

*Bangarang*

 

Going to go see Cyndi Lauper next week.  I happen to have that Barbie.

 

IT's FANTASTIC!

 

About the DJ Reference: Old Skool

I'm having one of those days.  So I have been out on the Google+ front looking for people that DJ.  I could care less about whether or not they are somebody big.  I go hunting for people that have real turntables and own vinyl.  Not somebody with a huge CD collection and a Karaoke machine.  I call myself a DJ because I meet those requirements.  I have two Technics SL-1200s and a Pioneer DJM 600 (OK and a big Gemini amp that would burn the house down and speakers).  I DJ in my basement.  I like breaks and progressive trance.  I can tell a story for just about every record I own.  I don't take requests.  I don't play for crowds.  I play for myself.  I play my best when no one's at home, when I am upset and need to vent and when I have my 'Magic' hat backwards on my head.  And for those that know, NO I don't use the beat match on my mixer.  Tweaking a record is the best therapy for a bad day.

 

You might shake your head at me, but no one can shake their head at a girl with my vinyl collection.  Sometimes I just put down a record and the memories come flooding in.  I've met a lot of awesome DJs.  Some big and others not so much.  I've heard some greats.  DJs that told stories with music...

 

My first brush with the underground electronic scene was when Babylon's still had First Fridays in Greensboro.  Talk about off the chain.  That place is surely missed I am sure.  Then there was Dizzy G's.  Wow the times I had there.  The only place still open I used to have a big time at is the Odyssey in Winston.  However, the underground feel has been lost in time and space.  The freaks still come out there, but the music hit the toilet.  I used to live across the street from the Odyssey, but now its not much to brag about. *sigh*

 

Where have all the old skool people with bad ass original vinyl gone?