yo. well this is really to everyone, but will start with a quick note to our highschool finals flunky. Dear High School Flnky- I also often think that no one reads my emails. but i know for a fact that at least one person on this list reads them (and she rocks the hiz-house). and that's good enough for me. but if you'd like. i'll read your emails. and you can read mine. this way, you and i will both be sure to have an audience. i have to warn you though, i tend to get wordy. -jeff anyway. tonight was a night like no other night in the near past and or distant past being that i went to see a dj spin off something that i'd in the past be hesitant to go to being that i live in an entirely white middle class area and chances of the grouping of people could get very ugly very quickly, that observation being solely based on the population of my area and my disliking for..ohhh...i'd say about 89%-93% of that population. so i decided to go. the beats exploded out of the speakers and ran a trail of fire down my spine. the records wicky-wacked their way though my cortex and electrified the electrical/caffinated/poisoned with nicotine (yes, i'm still smoking, yes i want to quit, no i don't know when...but hopefully soon) waves traveling through my head right at that split second it took to rock my body.cutting rythm and jazz and r&b and rap and rocking the block, tick tock you don't stop till you make the heart stop kinda shit. the vynil was cool to the touch but hot like fire to the mind. simply cutting through the room. heads bobbed as they do to a rythm that possess their bodies. no one cares about anyone elses bobbing, everyone just goes with it. it's a uptopia type of understanding within the 50 foot by 60 foot coffee house (that edgar allen poe stayed in by the way)and everyone's just groovin and having a good time. silence. he dropped the beat....tick tock tick tock..nothing but tick tock tick tock tick tock...waiting for something..anything...the silence persisted...nothing was said..heads however, kept bobbing..the rythm lived on. BOOM. the bass dropped in and rocked the souls that passed through people. dancing started. the dj never looked at his audience. however, it could be told from anyone in the room that he was spinning it for them. I was always told to stick at what I was good at..since dancing and i get along as well as matched and water, i sat at the counter and drank some coffee and took it all in. that's what i do. and i read inbetween sets. i'm reading "choke" by chuck palahniuk at the moment. it gets a gold star in my rating system. take that for what it's worth. the set closed out with some pretty rocking bass and drum mixes. all in all fun was had by all. *-jeff (five-to-one-baby-one-to-five-no-one-here-gets-out-alive) ===== to the extreme i rock the mic like a vandal light up a stage and watch me jump like a candle __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+