The music, people and stupid moments that make up the nightlife
This week was not just a test in Murphy's Law, but a test in how little sleep I really can handle, how much caffeine I need to consume to combat that lack of sleep and how many gnat-like irritants it will take before I finally crack. The good thing: I never once started to cry. The bad thing: I still haven't slept and now I have to head down to the South Bay so that we can take off for San Diego tomorrow morning.
This week did have its moments, like getting to see
Teddybears spin at
Check Yo ' Ponytail. Carlos and I fell for these Swedes when we heard them on Indie 103.1's
Passport Approved a few months back. While we would have loved to see a full live set, this DJ gig was a treat featuring one DJ playing a well-mixed though not necessarily beatmatched set.

One dude who looked like Erlend Oye and mouthed the words to all of the songs.

And this dude.

Shall I also mention that the upcoming album features a track with Neneh Cherry?
I'm still on the fence about Gliss and Bright Lights Fever.
I'm definitely not on the fence about hipster club DJs though. If I have to sit through one more half-assed, "let's play everything that's in our iPod even though it makes no sense when played together" set, I might have to start a riot. Continuity, people! It's the first law of DJing.
The person who played right before Teddybears was probably the best of the lot. I don't know who it was, but this DJ actually played songs that, for the most part, flowed and when he/she went into an extended dance mix of "Like a Prayer," it worked. Plus, "Like a Prayer" has that big breakdown with the gospel singers where it sounds like a deep house song. It's good, unlike Janet Jackson's "Control," which I hope to never hear at a club ever again. Please, if you are going to go that route, play "Freakazoid" instead. As Carlos pointed out, it's the same song.