Another shit weekend gone.
Thursday went down Tap with Matt, Chris, Zack, Rich and his friend whos name escapes me right now. That was OK apart from Richs scary friend trying start a fight with some other bloke.
Friday, met Chris and his annoying little brother in the Tap before going to the Manor to see Izy DJ in the Indie room, the Metal room was shit that night until Manny came on. I felt a bit better about last week while I was watching Korn (I dont know what his real name is) DJ to an almost empty room (I realised that its not that Im a bad DJ, its just that hardly anyone comes to the Manor anymore). Matt came up with this great idea that any question can be answered by just saying Cunts (e.g.: Whats the matter? Cunts... What do you want? Cunts). Talked to Izy for a little while, at one point I looked around and said They need to sort out the license here to which she replied They need to sort out the fucking people here! (she was talking about the underage kids but you could say that about people tastes in music, some people who hang out in the Metal room just seem to be stuck in a time warp (some time around late nineties early two thousands but I cant place where), I always get asked to play Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit and last week one guy asked for Dry Kill Logic (the band who put out one album on Roadrunner then disappeared off the face of the earth) Ive started playing more popular stuff in my sets but theres times when I just think people round here have horrible taste in alternative music and need to be punished for it).
Saturday, went down the Tap not really expecting anyone else to come out but I just needed out of the house if only for a few hours, found Matt who had been drinking since four, had a nice chat for an hour then went to the bus stop and waited an hour for a fucking bus, got annoyed by two pikey kids asking me if the fair was still on and if I had any Rizzlas, nearly walked away to see if I could get a train or a taxi home when a nice lady pointed out my bus was finally coming (not everyone in Chatham is worth killing then).
So to recap, I hate my life, I hate people and I shouldnt care if they like my DJing or not. Next week better be fucking better.
Thursday went down Tap with Matt, Chris, Zack, Rich and his friend whos name escapes me right now. That was OK apart from Richs scary friend trying start a fight with some other bloke.
Friday, met Chris and his annoying little brother in the Tap before going to the Manor to see Izy DJ in the Indie room, the Metal room was shit that night until Manny came on. I felt a bit better about last week while I was watching Korn (I dont know what his real name is) DJ to an almost empty room (I realised that its not that Im a bad DJ, its just that hardly anyone comes to the Manor anymore). Matt came up with this great idea that any question can be answered by just saying Cunts (e.g.: Whats the matter? Cunts... What do you want? Cunts). Talked to Izy for a little while, at one point I looked around and said They need to sort out the license here to which she replied They need to sort out the fucking people here! (she was talking about the underage kids but you could say that about people tastes in music, some people who hang out in the Metal room just seem to be stuck in a time warp (some time around late nineties early two thousands but I cant place where), I always get asked to play Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit and last week one guy asked for Dry Kill Logic (the band who put out one album on Roadrunner then disappeared off the face of the earth) Ive started playing more popular stuff in my sets but theres times when I just think people round here have horrible taste in alternative music and need to be punished for it).
Saturday, went down the Tap not really expecting anyone else to come out but I just needed out of the house if only for a few hours, found Matt who had been drinking since four, had a nice chat for an hour then went to the bus stop and waited an hour for a fucking bus, got annoyed by two pikey kids asking me if the fair was still on and if I had any Rizzlas, nearly walked away to see if I could get a train or a taxi home when a nice lady pointed out my bus was finally coming (not everyone in Chatham is worth killing then).
So to recap, I hate my life, I hate people and I shouldnt care if they like my DJing or not. Next week better be fucking better.