moving day.

i've moved to: http://dontsweatthestereo.wordpress.com

big things happening soon.

Building an invisible station for my invisible hype train OR MORE BIG PLANS WITH SHITTY RESULTS.

Here's the deal. I'm sick of lacking creativity. I'm really sick of not being able to "express" "myself" on the "internet". I mean really, how hard could it be?

The plan right now is to try & make some kind of playlist or something. Not exactly a mixtape or DJ mix, but something, something fun. Something bouncy & happy & obnoxious. Something for the people to play in the clubs when the nights about to peak. No not really. Honestly, I don't know what the hell I'm going to be doing. Mostly research for the time being.

If anyone wants to help, or submit any tracks or do anything awesome like that, then by all means, hook a nigga up. If not get the hell out of my way, it's time to make the homies say "Yeah."


OK GET OUT I'LL TRY & FILL YOU IN ON ALL THE DEETZ LATER GET THE FUCK OUT GO GO GO GO.

HARDCORE UNTIL I DIE.

Forever ago I was introduced to these lovely mixes. Since then I've always had a soft spot for the headache inducing, hoover heavy, happier than a pig in shit genre of techno we all know as HAPPY HARDCORE.

So this entry will be all about that bullshit that makes anyone who's actually interested in techno look like a faggot & anyone who acts like they're too cool for school is about to get fucking taught. It all started in an IRC chat room several years ago. I was introduced to the Bonkers mixes by a friend & from there it was, well, all down hill. At the time I was a DDR player & music with such energy really appealed to me. Maybe it was the hoover-heavy hooks, or even just the constant drone of the kick drum. Whatever it was, I was fucking hooked.

Through the years my tastes have changed moderately; For example, from Hardcore I went to Breakcore by way of Venetian Snares. You've heard me go off about Snares several times now, so I'll keep it short: Snares was everything that hardcore was missing in my opinion. His music was dark, angry, sometimes violent, sometimes hilarious. It was all so wonderful back in these days. I'd spend hours in front of my computer getting high & listening to techno.

As the years progressed my musical influence did the same. I began drifting from the music I'd been listening to for more popular music that would make girls like me a bit more. Since I was a fat piece of shit, this didn't actually work & the only thing it really helped me with was to fill my hard drive with weekly new releases from varying pop punk bands. Who cares? I continued to expand my taste & eventually became the hipster you see before you today.

So why the fuck am I blogging about Hardcore Techno? Shouldn't I be discussing the many differences between Tobacco & Black Moth Super Rainbow? Maybe I could be reviewing a recent show, or even just a new record. Why am I writing about techno? Because I fucking love it.

Seriously. Techno is where the fuck it's at & I'm not fucking kidding you. The Bonkers mixes really are the pinnacle of hardcore, as far as I'm concerned. The synths, kicks, hooks & sampled lyrics just bring an energy about me that I'm not sure is healthy, but god damn if it doesn't make me a bit more productive. Maybe it's because I installed a pair of robot ears, or maybe it's just because I really am a cock-chugging sissy faggot. Whatever the reason, I fucking love this shit.

No really.

So, I kind of don't really know exactly where to go with this. I could go on & on about how hardcore DJ's put so much into their sets, or how almost every few months another Bonkers mix is released, or how I fucking LOVE HARDCORE. HARDCORE UNTIL I DIE. THE FUCKING END.

Here's a picture of my favorite hardcore DJ; Scott Brown!

File's done!

Good morning internetterverses. Welcome to the Social Networking Revolution. As of right now, my twitter is linked to this blog. This blog, along with my twitter are also linked to my tumblr account [dsts.tumblr.com]. What that means for those of you reading this [I know, there are so many of you reading this that I should be posting about this] is that if you'd like to read a more robust version of my blog you can change your bookmark to HTTP://DSTS.TUMBLR.COM from there you can enjoy a much nicer looking blog, more blog posts & more importantly some much needed comedy.

Okay, so now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about something very near & dear to my heart; Headphones. I fucking love headphones. There's no question about it, headphones are the shit & that's that. However, I've noticed a disturbing trend that's been emerging somewhat lately. People are paying more than $25 on a pair of headphones because they're bright & colorful. Yes, Skullcandy: I'm looking at you. I don't care how you try to justify it, there's no reason for anyone to be paying that much for anything that's not professional quality (ie: Seinheisser, Sony, etc) & in my opinion the plastic pieces of shit that Skullcandy makes are not professional.

Realistically, if you're worrying about sound quality you really should be looking into high quality mp3s & a good sound card. For the most part people are getting the standard bitrate mp4s from iTunes & using their iPod/Phone/Pad to play them which is fine, but if you're going to be paying through the roof for a pair of headphones & legal mp4s wouldn't you at least want them to sound good? Honestly, the sad truth is kids are out there downloading sub-par mp3s & mp4s with shit ass bitrate & thinking they sound /great/ because of the headphones.

Who cares?
Not I.

SONY MDR-V150 SUPREMACY.

Oh you're going to think I'm real ungrateful.

OKAY. I saw the Flaming Lips live in concert at my /least favorite place in the world/. Lupos Heartbreak Hotel, I'm talking at you & you specifically. You fucking suck. Your tickets are overpriced, your venue is a small death trap that's trying to pretend as if it's got any bit of class. You sell Bud Light in PLASTIC BOTTLES for almost $5 a bottle. I understand the idea of inflation for the sake of it being convenient for everyone, but still, nearly $5 for something I'm going to need to drink /several/ of to even feel anything? I'll just show up stoned instead I suppose.

I don't really care that the beer is overpriced, why the fuck would I, really? With the exception of going to shows I very rarely, if ever drink. It's not to say that I /need/ booze to enjoy a show, but it certainly makes being around tons of fucking people a hell of a lot easier to tolerate. The people at this show, however, I'd had to have been on heroin to even remotely tolerate the people around me. I don't hate hippies, ravers, hipsters, scenesters, or even metal dudes, but if there is one thing I do fucking hate, it's yuppies.

How many yuppies did I see at THE FLAMING LIPS? A metric fuck-ton.

I mean, I get it. They've been around for some time & obviously that means people of all ages are pretty much going to show up. I still don't care. Fuck fuck /FUCK/ the other side of 30-year-old assholes going to big shows, getting drunk, standing on chairs & couches, shouting obnoxiously to the performer on the stage. Hello, we're in the back, lady, he can't fucking hear you & I'll tell you a secret: anyone who /can/ hear you wishes they didn't. I'd tell these people to go kill themselves if it wasn't so frivolous. Seriously, I didn't think drunk driving was such a hip thing to do when you're a "responsible adult". Either way, I'm going off on yet another tangent.

For those of us who were there for the music & overall experience, it was very entertaining. My friend who took me said that they've pretty much played the same set, complete with visuals & etc the last few times he's seen them, but don't let that deter you. It was really freakin cool. Now, we're hip & everything so we like to show up /late/ to shows. We got there about 20 minutes before the Lips were about to play. Enough time to see where we could get on the floor, but it being Lupos has a GOD AWFUL layout.

Because Lupos also doubles as a dance club with DJ's & all that gay shit on the weekends they decided to spruce it up. The original Lupos might've been a pretty big shithole, but you know what, for the most part it worked as a venue. So where did they go wrong?

Well you see kids, when you used to go into lupos there was basically a line room & then the show room. The show room was pretty much just flat with an elevated stage to your right & a bar to your left. Now you enter into a large mezzanine area with couches, as well as merch booths or other stupid shit. I went to see Polysics there one time & since the show was sponsored by myspace they had computers pretty much only to go on & check your myspace. It was stupid.

The only good thing about Lupos can be accessed only from the Mezzanine. It's the Balcony area, aka the only place you will be able to see ANYTHING, if that's what you're there for. For larger shows Lupos likes to charge even /more/ money for Balcony seating almost as if they know that their venue is complete shit downstairs.

Okay, so lets go inside shall we. Alright, looks like we've got some bars in the back, three bars? okay.. Oh how cute one is a big circular bar in the MIDDLE OF THE VENUE. Okay lets just walk down a few stairs- Wait, stairs? What the hell, oh FUCK. Basicaly the way the floor goes is that there is one "dance floor" thats right in front of the stage. Before that theres just standing/sitting areas with two separate stairs onto the dancefloor. So, as you can imagine there are railings that prevent you from getting fucking anywhere.

Impossible design aside, it was still a really cool show.

Also, I wrote most of this a month ago & just never posted it. Better late than never, amirite?

look at this fucking crybaby

whatever. i really should just have a twitter if i'm going to post one line of text after deleting the whole thing.


my grandmother passed yesterday. i hope her & richard dunn hang out in heaven together.

Day Whatever: Go to hell because I am a miserable being.

Straight up wrote a whole post & then deleted it because I remembered nobody cares.









REAL TALK: I NEED TO DO SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE. HE;LP.