Just back from the Savoy niteclub. DJ StevieG was there again, and all I can say is he was shite! He couldn't mix cement! And what a dire selection of music; Guns N Roses!? What the fuck are you thinking mate!? If I wanted to hear that kind of cack I'd go upstairs to the live band... mind you that is usually just noise anyway.
The rest of the night was filled with mediocre chart crap; he actually played that Shakira "Look at my big fat fucking hips that don't lie bitch!" song twice! To be fair though, he's better than the rest of the Cork crap we have to put up with. Doesn't anywhere in cork play organic trance!? You know, I'm not expecting rave material here but something other than The Black Eyed Peas please! A bit of live trance would be nice.
I can't stick dj's who are nothing more than humanoid playlists. Damn, I want COSM over here! This is what a "live" dj is meant to be. Look at the vid. Now by default, I hate all remixes of Queen songs, I just think they sound awful, but this version of "Another One Bites the Dust" (2 minutes in) is the shiz! Check it out just after 4 minutes where it breaks out from the "fun to smoke marijuana" chorus... delicious!
In other news, the usual shenanigans went on. I was a bit more out going though as I drastically cut down my alcohol intake. Alcohol, far from the advertised social communication tool, is indeed an ego-promoting antisocial chemical. It diminishes outward awareness which in moderate quantities can reduce paranoia, but in larger measures it continues this diminishing process until you are no more than a “walking” zombie. Which is fine if that’s your game, but quoting Ulysses is harder when youre sloshed; actually I might be wrong on this one, it probably is easier when youre sloshed :) Anyway, I’ve strayed off topic, and the topic right now is sleep.