post-dj wobble

last night the dj was shite!
on one hand it was great to dj again, and at the same time i am totally glad i dont do this too often anymore.
hell, dj-ing is sooo stressful.
next day now. i am all bombed out, my brain inna mush, wobbley behind cotton, the world out there a blur. these words unreadable on the screen… i exaggerate, but only slighly, itzah killah.
i fucked up something terrible last nite … and, as usual, nobody noticed.
who cares about the dj’s performance? only other djs/music-fashists.
we had a guest from france, a great dj technically, but a real arrogant prick. a friend tells me, she thought he was so full of himself, that it looked like he was getting himself off on the mixing deck.
i often wonder these days, is the area of the dj coming to an end?

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Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.