one day i’m going to go to a party and it’ll just be me, the person who asked me to come and thirty fruit bats hanging from the furniture
About four or five months ago I started to get invited over facebook to something called McWorld (the full name was akin to “*insert weekdays* at McWorld!”). I didn’t know what the hell McWorld was because at the time I didn’t live in Los Angeles, but I knew that they were pretty cool shows and that a couple of my friends were stoked all over them. So today when I’m chilling in a big artsy warehouse in La Brea with my future bosses and they say the name of the place is McWorld, then follow that up with “We have shows here all the time,” I was stoked. I mean, they live in the place. That’s fucking cool right there.
Being a baby DJ is hard. My friends all shred on a professional level (which has benefits in that I can play ‘watch and learn’ at renegades) while I’m still busy figuring out how to get the headphone splitter to work, my music collection is abysmal compared even to the neighbor kid’s iTunes library, and my ear for good techno quickly reveals my meager attempts at groove to be sub-optimal. It does, however, have its rewards. After fucking around in Traktor for a few hours I discovered the joys of layering, and proceeded to create two really epic tracks out of five pretty epic tracks (this process took an hour). The timing on drops isn’t as clean as it might be with a controller, but it works. I’m getting better at this. I am stoked.