Spring Fling

Cheers for good music and good company

(minus the children).

800+ dubbers:  0 ODs

Dubstep, Trap, Hardstyle, Progressive

Hot shot Gen mcing for Audien.  

Ah, who am I kidding.
I'm not ready to let go of dubbing.

Th(ink) before you act.

I considered a tattoo today.

Well I didn't seriously consider it, but I was ready to act on it whimsically after seeing an old art classmate's work online.  It's funny because he's this tall, thin Chinese guy with floppy hair that keeps to himself--a sleepy kind of fellow; undoubtedly talented.  You wouldn't take him for one who would be in a metalcore band, much less being the screamer vocalist.  He's now become a professional tattoo artist.

No I do not want a scorpion on my bicep.

Clearly something is amiss.  I don't make spontaneous decisions that result in lifelong commitments.  

It's time to reevaluate my life.  

ESM. [Essentially a Stupid Mistake]

I was just approached by a core manager (he was an old classmate) from ESM for a future career opportunity in their company.

Instead, I grilled him on his company for over an hour and asked him what were their goals and how they planned to succeed--and then proceeded to give him a crude analysis and conclusion that based on the information he had to give me, they would fail.  I may have been a little too forward, but his incompetency was irritating me and he wouldn't give up. It's great that you believe in yourself, your company and its ideals.  I love passion.  Regardless, you still have to back your shit up once someone looks past the bandwagon and actually thinks about security.  

EDM/massives are not sustainable.  It is not something that is growing, even if it has gained more popularity these several months.  All of this is at its peak.

The only reason why ESM has made it so far within this past year is because the only people who go to their events are the ones that can't make it out or afford to go to actual massives.  Or are waiting for a massive.  People settle for ESM.  A company based on this fundament cannot grow in this manner.  Yes, you are trying to bring exposure to local DJs with "somewhat of a name", but realistically speaking, raves are not the hype.  Massives and mainstream DJs are.  That is what is in demand.  If Ruby Skye was selling $25 tickets to W&W and ESM was selling $25 tickets to a no name DJ with "somewhat of a name", which would you choose?  Fucking W&W, that's what.

Yes, we all have to start somewhere, but how are you going about it?  How will you compete with other event production companies such as TORQ, Midnite Events and Vital SC?  How do you compare?  What sets you apart?  What makes your company sustainable when it is based on a trend?

It went on and on.  He couldn't answer any of my questions, only reiterating their hopes and dreams.  Although I wished him good luck on their endeavors and made it clear that I was not interested in pursuing a career based on a declining industry that's based on increasingly derivative, shitty  music made tolerable/enjoyable/danceable by quality drugs, he said he would speak with me again once their office has been established.



God. Damn.
I know way more about this crap than I'd actually like to.

Sufferance

Hearts that can bend shall never be broken,
We keep to ourselves with words unspoken.

Bent out of shape from ubiquitous ache,

Are hearts that bend but never break.

True or False?

I can love you on my own

Where I am safe
Although, alone.

Relocation.

I miss looting the candy dish by receptionist's desk every evening before I leave work back at our old place. Sadly, that was the only highlight of my day and I didn't even like the chocolate that was in there.  Never again will I compete with Chef Fattie for the last of the peanut butter cups that L rations out so meagerly.  Blasted man.  They’re generic, for pete’s sake.  If you didn’t hoard them like they were so valuable, I wouldn’t want to take them so much.   

I still haven’t come to terms yet that they’ve relocated all of us into this miserable little room of an office next to a grocery store.  It used to be a laundry mat.  Granted, this move is only temporary, but I don’t exactly know how everyone will be able to deal with no boundaries for the next four months.  There are no cubicles--just ten desks crammed with tetris-like precision within 1000 square feet.  Someone has strategically placed the accounting desks inbetween two of the most difficult women in the company as buffers. 

My days grow weary.  

Most pain you can confide

But true sorrow is the one you hide.

Perspective.

As low moans and shrill shrieks pierce the halls,

The apathetic staff ignore their calls.

Vomit and feces thicken the air,
The scent clings closely, a cloak of despair.

I didn't recognize her sitting alone--
Skeletal and sad, flesh sagged over bone.

Thinning hair and rotting teeth
Adorn her body, no spirit beneath.

Her glazed eyes stared blankly at me,
She wondered who I could possibly be.

Dad said, We will take you home, we will take care of things, don't you worry,
I'm scared, don't leave, she begged, Please hurry.

He smiled and lied brightly he would,
While mother said quietly, We would if we could.

But the opportunity had long since passed,
And time with her had ended at last.

Don't leave without me, buy me a ticket, we will sit next to each other, okay?
Yes, of course, we can fly back together, one day.

There is no no true despair without hope
But this is how we choose to cope.