and there was definitely some minor snobbery going on. i guess, according to the staff, the usual collection of friday night dj's bang nothing but house and techno (which doesn't make the staff too happy). i have nothing against house, techno or any of their sub, sub, sub-sub genres, and frankly i enjoy playing them. i love playing them and wish i could play more of them. but this is fort freakin collins! not San Francisco, not London, not Berlin, not LA, not NY and not even Denver! definitely not my beloved Portland. and it's the freakin vault! i guess this mini-rant reveals that i'm a tad frustrated. this town is a block party, not a rave. it's a disco ball, not a laser show. it's an IPA, not a redbull-vodka. needless to say, rather than the snobs getting their usual 6 minutes per track friday night at the Vault, i played over 50 tracks from 11 to 1:30. and everybody danced. and the snobs can, well, i guess they can wait until next friday when the bangin techno returns. and two people dance. and the staff wants to hang themselves. whatever.
besides the vault, it's been a rather visceral weekend, week, month. again, not in a completely bad way. trying to stay alive isn't bad, it's just carnal. here's a few tracks that give that carnal instinct voice, or at least make me feel better. hopefully you too.
let me know - yeah yeah yeahs (play button is to the right)
You should have played some Tiesto or some
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