pfe

no.20


DJ Spooky, 14th May.


We arrived late...
    just in time to miss the horrible house music.
  For some reason it seems that dj spooky
 hands everything over to his manager and
   then his manager didn't get a decent promoter
        then the promoter had no idea.

So I'm at one of the worse venues
     in this venueless city,
   listening to sounds spewing out of a
 crap p.a. at 12.30 am after having made coffee since 3 pm.

                           but it is worth it.

a lot has been said about Paul Miller in the press of late,
"pretentious, showy and unfocused" etc etc,
        along with a badly reviewed recent album.

   but when he keeps his mouth shut,
leaving an out of date and tardy "post-modernism"
behind and just gets on the decks and does what he does,
           then it's a different matter.

 Spooky   stood before a pretty packed club
           and scratched, mixed, spun, sequenced
    an array of disturbing sounds.
        He was in no way focused on
 keeping the punters dancing,
numerous points saw not a sole visibly dancing
  as he darted around the turntables mixing broken
      and colliding beats and distorted pitches.

          Then there was the electric double bass.
 Spooky standing upright playing the bass,
  headphones sitting on his head looking like a
 World War One fighter pilot,
     ...needless to say the pa was up to none of this...
     then stop
flick the record
  and back to the bass line.

     if only it could have been a more
                  thought out excursion!


        p    f e

   caleb   k


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