Went on a big night out in Perth late nineties, I think to the Ice Factory? We had to get a car and drive from Dundee so it was a big deal. Big proper club night, away from the usual suspects, rakes and rakes of illicit substances, inside everyone's faces were just melting like a dali edition magic eye picture.
Then who should step up to do a set? That's right! It's our old pal Judge Jules! He starts playing shitty house music and randomly whacking the volume down to zero so that he can hear his devotees cheering for him. Nobody was cheering for him. The only sound you could hear punctuating the silence was the skeletal grinding of teeth. He had this entire dancefloor of very confused, very drug-addled people all just standing there looking around at each other in misery and belwilderment, nobody could even dance to it. It was a terrible time. We never went back there ever again.
Anyway, we got back to Dundee early the next morning and went to his website to send him some whinging emails, this being the days before you could do this kind of thing publicly on Twitter, and to our surprise, he replied immediately! He contested all of our observations and confidently informed us that actually his set was fantastic and everyone really enjoyed it.
I'm sure the village fete will be similarly great.
Went on a big night out in Perth late nineties, I think to the Ice Factory? We had to get a car and drive from Dundee so it was a big deal. Big proper club night, away from the usual suspects, rakes and rakes of illicit substances, inside everyone's faces were just melting like a dali edition magic eye picture.
Then who should step up to do a set? That's right! It's our old pal Judge Jules! He starts playing shitty house music and randomly whacking the volume down to zero so that he can hear his devotees cheering for him. Nobody was cheering for him. The only sound you could hear punctuating the silence was the skeletal grinding of teeth. He had this entire dancefloor of very confused, very drug-addled people all just standing there looking around at each other in misery and belwilderment, nobody could even dance to it. It was a terrible time. We never went back there ever again.
Anyway, we got back to Dundee early the next morning and went to his website to send him some whinging emails, this being the days before you could do this kind of thing publicly on Twitter, and to our surprise, he replied immediately! He contested all of our observations and confidently informed us that actually his set was fantastic and everyone really enjoyed it.
I'm sure the village fete will be similarly great.