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you know, it's not as if i don't like dance music, (check out the links for Amon Tobin and Crystal Method on the right) but there is at least one form of techno that i cannot stand. it makes my brain hemorrage. so of course this is the one that i am constantly subjected to. imagine if you will, a constant bass hit on the 1, 2, 3, and 4. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. repeat. ok you get it. now add to this some awful line like....'a little bit louder' in a speak and spell voice or something. now repeat that. mix this brilliance together into a 286 min long masterpiece with alternating between 'a little bit louder' and no voice at all. now, feel the wrinkles on your brain smoothing out, and fluid escaping from your domepiece. now go out and get some neon glowsticks!
since we're on the subject of techno, when i was at Woodstock '94 i went and checked out the 'rave' they had there. i think Orb was playing, and Orbital and Dee-lite. while they were playing there was an old biker there (old enough to have been stoned at the first Woodstock) spinning about in circles bare-ass nekkid, screaming partial profanities and accusing everyone. i wish i had a camera with me at the time. in fact...my camera was missing for most of the good stuff. like this....
after waking up i decided to crawl out of my tent to get a piece of pizza shaped cardboard praying for low-fiber content. as i poked my head out a nerf football came flying past me. i think it's probably a natural human response to follow the path of the ball with your eyes. which i did. at the receiving end of the toss was an ass. at some point, a group of guys decided that nothing could be better to do in the mud than drop trou, bend over and toss muddy footballs at each others asses. fortunately a pretty girl walked by me and took off her shirt. i thanked her, she put it back on and i proceeded not to crap for the next two days.
since we're on the subject of techno, when i was at Woodstock '94 i went and checked out the 'rave' they had there. i think Orb was playing, and Orbital and Dee-lite. while they were playing there was an old biker there (old enough to have been stoned at the first Woodstock) spinning about in circles bare-ass nekkid, screaming partial profanities and accusing everyone. i wish i had a camera with me at the time. in fact...my camera was missing for most of the good stuff. like this....
after waking up i decided to crawl out of my tent to get a piece of pizza shaped cardboard praying for low-fiber content. as i poked my head out a nerf football came flying past me. i think it's probably a natural human response to follow the path of the ball with your eyes. which i did. at the receiving end of the toss was an ass. at some point, a group of guys decided that nothing could be better to do in the mud than drop trou, bend over and toss muddy footballs at each others asses. fortunately a pretty girl walked by me and took off her shirt. i thanked her, she put it back on and i proceeded not to crap for the next two days.
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