I have a dream where I'm spinning at a club, some crazy drum'n'bass shit, but it's not as simple as a bunch of clubheads crowding the floor sweating all over each other while boozed and X'd up, it's some wackass collaboration shit where the DJ is a performance actor, with flexible, free-flowing eXistenZ-like equipment that requires a DJ to caress and slide it to get it to sound proper, where the equipment is not a mere tool, but part of the show, the stage, the performance, where a DJ's night is also judged on the quality of his riffs, samples, scratches, and moves up in the booth. Somewhere out there the feed is infected into other clubs where it is filtered and prodded for the specific crowd there, and somehow all the clubbers rate the performance with their own equipment, possibly organic, and it's fed into the DJ's box and he feels and adjusts it as needed while the clubbers wear gear that interacts with other peoples' gear, the energy feeding upon the energy of others and looping back into itself, Strange Days-like. In numerous cities across the planet, clubs are reverberating the creation of sounds coming from the best DJs in the world, and it's all nudged and tweaked as it travels thousands of miles so that when it arrives, it takes the insecurities and elations of every single club participant and produces something that everyone gets a high off of. Feedback is the key and the music raises a mass euphoria from the crowd. And it's all sourced from the main club, which is at a floor located in my house where I'm throwing a party.
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