Veus Dox

Stage one is complete, I am thinking. The part where I sort of cast about wildly and look, look, observe.

Here is the gist of it: I have been doing this in an incomplete fashion. By nature, all the songs I post on here and there have been put through the selection thresher of my exquisite tastes.
They are the stuff that sticks in your head and are highly enjoyable to listen to, but a dinner of nothing but Turkish Delight proved to be one young boys downfall and this metaphor is that it is time to grow up and also something about Narnia?

I Need. More. Music.

I need binders full of discs. I need crates full of music. I need more that is if not equally good, at least adequate.

And that takes a fair decent amount of time. You have to listen to songs in real time to get a proper feel for them, and I need literally hours of music that I can paint with.

AND it's always been the hard part for me, is accepting things I don't particularly enjoy the flavor of - not to say I dislike so much as prefer other varieties.

God I hate Tiesto. I hate Tiesto so much right in his stupid face.

I dislike trance, but love house.
I dislike acid house, but love electro house.
I love dubstep but hate darkstep.
I love drum and bass and breakbeat but hate glitch.
I hate minimalist, some trip-hop is nice, high-energy rave stuff is an aural assault (seen that porn), and wobble bass is the best sliced bread since thing.

So. Obviously there are some hurdles I will have to overcome, or some hoops I'll have to jump through to manage a proper set list library without playing the same. fucking. UNST UNST UNST. for ten minutes my GOD I hate Tiesto.

So my new rule is, if I hear a song that's remotely bearable I am by law required to hunt it down and physically download it. I need a decent quality copy on my drive so I can manhandle it. Youtube-only songs are no longer allowed. Unless youtube downloading software has suddenly made a giant upswing in quality.

Have they?

Am I A Sinner Because I Lust For You?

Gentlemen!

I have nothing to do.

It's, I mean, I've truly exhausted the entire "sit down" portion of the internet. Not in content, perhaps, but most definitely in ability.

Oh this island is awful. Offal. Wreckage. Detritus.

Late night discussions, apparently, are all we are capable of here.

Or rather. Late night drunken tirades. We take turns.

I also send texts. Here is a gem from last night, verbatim:
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Oh lordy loo.
I need a hobby, a time waster. Ask me about my Cataclysm preparations.


So. SO.

I'm going to do something I haven't done in, uh, ever.

I'm going to sit and listen to the radio.

No, not that bullshit 98.1 FM bullshit No Song You Haven't Heard Yesterday And Forevermorebestofthe80s90'sandtodayareyougettingtiredofthesame15songsyetordoyouonlyplaytheradiotocoverupyourowndesperatesilenceyouawfulperson.

I'm going to listen to Pete Tong's Essential Mix on BBC Radio 1 and he is going to instruct me on what people want to listen to.

My end goal for this project is an hour, maybe two or three, of solid transitioning and crossfading beatmatching etcetc dance music, hand selected by me.

You there. Arcadian. Give me your electrohouse. Give me your big beat dubstep wobblebass.
Give me, as Lily Allen put it, "any kind of like, sort of punk-y electronica kind of grime, kind of like new-wave grime, kind of maybe like more broken beats, like kind of dubby broken beats but a little bit kind of soulful? like kind of drumandbass-y, but kind of more broken drumandbass-y, like a kind of broken beats break beat kind of broken drum bass kind of..."

Edit: Oh you know I can't stay mad at you, internet.


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