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Last night as I drove back from seeing m'boy I almost didn't go out to the Area 303 crew's night at Substation last night. I was in my work clothes and feeling low on energy. I was glad I went, but not entirely for the reasons you'd think.
The first two DJs, house man Super Dave and old-school techno guy Computer Controlled, were very much to my taste. Somebody else there compared Computer Controlled to what you'd hear in a midwestern field rave; I gotta love that. During the first set the house lights were up as they set up lighting & lasers way bigger than anything I've seen in a funky little venue like Substation. The purist in me rebelled at the thought of smoke & lasers at a small techno night, but I ended up liking it in spite of myself. It must be the Burner in me.
During the second set I talked to Turbo, the third DJ. The fellow thinks quite highly of himself, but I don't think that's warranted. His sound is a boring wall of noise, and he needs to quit interacting with the audience and DJ more. I bagged at 0037 before the headliner, as I do so often, partly because of him.
The weirdest thing last night by far, though, was the half-dozen or so woo girls. No, not girls overly fixated on the supernatural, but girls who say, "Wooooo!" Young, cute, well-dressed** in some cases, and painfully straight-seeming. We scruffy old-schoolers* had a laugh, and in truth the woo girls weren't being jerks even if they really did say "Wooooo!" at one point. But I worry a little about my cherished, eccentric little corner of popular music being encroached upon by the same people who ate the Hill, and fathead DJs who cater to them.
*And I feel a little fraudulent calling myself that because I didn't start going to techno shows until this century.
**I made a point of complimenting one of them on what she was wearing. I'm pretty sure I detected a look of 'OMG she's an old tranny!' on her face. Good.
The first two DJs, house man Super Dave and old-school techno guy Computer Controlled, were very much to my taste. Somebody else there compared Computer Controlled to what you'd hear in a midwestern field rave; I gotta love that. During the first set the house lights were up as they set up lighting & lasers way bigger than anything I've seen in a funky little venue like Substation. The purist in me rebelled at the thought of smoke & lasers at a small techno night, but I ended up liking it in spite of myself. It must be the Burner in me.
During the second set I talked to Turbo, the third DJ. The fellow thinks quite highly of himself, but I don't think that's warranted. His sound is a boring wall of noise, and he needs to quit interacting with the audience and DJ more. I bagged at 0037 before the headliner, as I do so often, partly because of him.
The weirdest thing last night by far, though, was the half-dozen or so woo girls. No, not girls overly fixated on the supernatural, but girls who say, "Wooooo!" Young, cute, well-dressed** in some cases, and painfully straight-seeming. We scruffy old-schoolers* had a laugh, and in truth the woo girls weren't being jerks even if they really did say "Wooooo!" at one point. But I worry a little about my cherished, eccentric little corner of popular music being encroached upon by the same people who ate the Hill, and fathead DJs who cater to them.
*And I feel a little fraudulent calling myself that because I didn't start going to techno shows until this century.
**I made a point of complimenting one of them on what she was wearing. I'm pretty sure I detected a look of 'OMG she's an old tranny!' on her face. Good.
