Back in the day when music came on vinyl records and cassette tapes, I made this keen mix tape filled with mostly Quincy Jones, Heatwave and Michael Jackson songs. 45 minutes of lovely bliss on each side with songs perfectly fading in and out with a little comedy bit to fill the last 2 minutes of blank noise. Who was going to hear the greatest show ever. Me. Just me. So for that moment of time I was the greatest DJ in the entire world, painstakingly choosing and re recording songs onto a 90 minute TDK, The tape was boss - boss enough that it convicted some dude who broke into my car with my tape used as evidence. His lawyer tried to say that anyone could have made that tape but the judge just looked at him and shook his head.

Last night, the dj’s did not save my life but rather, put me to sleep but what I could do, there were like 5 or 6 guests on the DVDASA podcast so I get moved to the sofa. Its cool and I don’t care where I sit but what the hell are they talking about? Weird stuff is vomiting out their mouth, crap that I don’t know if I should attribute to them being DJ’s, English or because me halfway asleep.

“Looking past my psychology to keeping this going”.

You know what gets me going, having sex with people. But not these guys. They don’t do it. But than again, maybe I should listen to their music, maybe they’re spinning toward a depressive goth crowd and who wants to fuck a sad clown. No one.

“its just a waste of time”

On fucking their fans, C'mon man, are you shitting me, Is it really a “waste of time” to have sex. No its not. Its awesome to have sex. They see it as a “giant problem” because the girls are willing sex with any of the guys on stage and anyone of them are “replaceable”. I don’t know man, maybe I don’t have a lotta sex that I don’t see having sex for the hell of it as a bad thing. If you wanna say std’s, infidelity or maybe people are just too ugly, I would buy all that

“I’ll go to one of the shows”

That’s actually Money Mark and he ain’t going to any of their shows. He just stood up and air twisted knobs and waved imaginary glow sticks to the throb of some electric drum. Mark is the real deal and he don’t even call himself a DJ.

“If any rapper lip sync’d, I would kick their ass”

Money Mark again. See how this blog just took a step up.

“That’s his name? Interesting”

It’s Asa with her tiny little voice dissing on dj names…which ironically is much funnier than anything else that’s going on the show right now. Whats that saying they say “Thank God for Us”.

Actually listen to “Feed Me’s” Essential Mix on youtube. If you like the that techno house dub step beat circa 1992 Cool World, you’ll dig this. If only DJ’s could time travel, we might have been friends.