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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 07.11.12

some people are just not meant to be organised and responsible. yesterday, i did something i rarely do: i actually planned out my dj set and put the play list on a note on my phone. i didn't fill in every last minute, but i had a pretty comprehensive list and i even burned a bunch of songs to one cd so that i wouldn't have to do a lot of switching around. it was very clever, although it did result in us getting there with no time to spare, meaning dom got to eat his dinner while doing his set, which really pisses him off and, to make things worse, he had to do all this with me sitting at the dj table staring and making him uncomfortable, because le cagibi was already full up. but it was all ok, at least for me. i knew i was going to have a nice, relaxed dj set, because i'd planned in advance. 

you can see where this is heading. 

no sooner had i taken my place behind the dj table and opened my playlist to confirm my first few tracks then it just disappeared. i wasted a good four or five minutes looking for it, which is serious time if you're a dj playing tracks that average around four minutes. but it was gone. i still have no idea how i did this, or more to the point, how i did this while looking at the phone, but that's just how special i am. 

of course, i still had my special "november set" cd, but it was more than a little confusing because i hadn't written down the tracklist. i hadn't had to. it was on my phone, after all. 

in the end, i actually ended up doing the set more or less from memory, which i found i could do, when i'd calmed down a little and wasn't freaking out over the fact that i'd somehow managed to lose the playlist i'd ruined dom's evening. [or at least the first part of it- he bounced back when he discovered the magic that is a shot of jameson added to a pint of stout.]

just to complicate things further, just look at the epic-ness of this first set. people were practically dancing on the tables. and by "practically" i mean "loudly encouraging everyone" and by "people" i mean me. 

mr. dna's epic set of epic-ness

david bowie :: station to station
tears for fears :: mad world
the cure :: the kiss
recoil :: faith healer
hilt :: stone man
front 242 :: quite unusual 12"
ministry :: over the shoulder 12"
killing joke :: love like blood
depeche mode :: never let me down
gary numan :: down in the park
wall of voodoo :: call of the west
siouxsie & the banshees :: the killing jar
my bloody valentine :: what you want
ride :: leave them all behind
r.e.m. :: world leader pretend
interpol :: pioneer to the falls
pulp :: this is hardcore


dj kali's best guess at her planned set

mitt romney :: america the beautiful

philip munch :: torch
coil : heartworms
morgenstern :: welt
des esseintes :: king of the jungle
the residents :: satisfaction 
maska genetik :: quarantine
swans ::  money is flesh 
pop 1280 :: nature boy
dead kennedys :: California ├╝ber alles
the five blobs :: beware of the blob
turbund sturmwerk :: vortex
kapo :: only europa knows
militia :: vox populi
the moon lay hidden beneath a cloud :: amara tanta tyri 4
medieval baebes :: razreesh
cocteau twins :: but I'm not
novy svet :: en possession de te

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