My life is one long time finding tracks.
The deal with being a dj is that if you think that you are the sort of person who would like to be called a 'dj' then you should be able to choose decent music to play. So in this respect the dancefloor, or whathaveyou, should be irrelevant as if you consider yourself a dj then the tracks you choose to play will work. Otherwise you arent a dj you are just someone putting music on. The dj is there not as a servant to the punters, the dj is there to show the punters what they need to listen too. Huge proportions of what wishes to be called underground music has their ontology all skewed. If you wish to listen to a jukebox then fuck off to some mainstream pub. If you wish to really be part of the undergound then you must be prepared to have your assumptions blown by the music on offer. Anything other than this is the same as having a big hug from your mum whilst she coos some shit about 'everything will be ok' in your ear.
Everything will not be ok. The light at the end of the tunnel is that of another train approaching at full speed. Life is the skipped heartbeat.
In this we may interpret the arbitrariness of a skipped heartbeat as also the irregularity of unusual experience. Furthermore, this glitch is the bedrock of life itself. The comfort of a cardiac rhythm is a false one as it is not the shear face of true experience. We must strive for the peculiar which in itself is inexplicably applicable. And, insomuch, we must be open and ready for the challenge, as a challenge it will be.
Other than that, cue points come in handy.
