Well, to add to the general off-topic-ness, I'll post a lil' story.
I was just at a pool hall in downtown denver shooting a few games of stick with my friend Paul. Now Paul, bless his heart, although he's a good guy, is a> not daring in the least, and b> extremely shy.
Well, there we were, playing some pool and having a few beers, when an announcement came on the PA: Jon the Dentist would be playing downstairs at club sin at two o'clock for an afterparty. Club Sin is a strip club that is beneath the pool hall. Now, I pretty much despise strip clubs, but Jon the Dentist is one of the top acid/NRG DJ's in the whole fucking world and I'm a huge fan. I tried to convince my mate Paul to go to the afterparty, but no go. No matter what tactics I tried, my efforts were met with failure. Paul is not too into music, you see. He has to work at FOUR FUCKING PM tomorrow, and I still couldn't convince him to stay out till four or five AM. Boo.
Anyway, normally I don't mind going to a party or club by myself if I know I'll enjoy the music; if that's the case it usually engenders a good vibe and I can socialize, dance, or whatever. But, since this was a strip club AND an afterparty, I decided I wouldn't really feel comfortable sitting/dancing by my lonesome. So, I went home, and called my buddy Brendan, who I haven't spoken to in a few weeks. He's a DJ like myself, and although hard acid music isn't really his thing, I figured he might be up for it. No go, he was sleeping or out somewhere. Since many of my unstoppable techno force brothers have moved to destinations unknown and parts beyond, my options were pretty much exhausted at that point in time.
So here I am, typing this message instead of grooving to Jon the Dentist, the superfluous auteur / artiste whom I admire so much (I have spun so many records of his over the years that it's not even funny. His batman theme song acid remix has been a cult favorite at parties I've played at for the longest time, not to mention it's a frequent spin in my own home). Sure, I can comfort myself by listening to some mix tapes in the morning, but I probably won't get to hear Jon play live for at least another year or two, and I love the TB-303 almost as much as my own mother.
You may weep for me inasmuch as you feel is apropos. Thank you for your support.
PS - Yes, I'm pretty sober right now, but I have to let out this excess energy somehow, and since my SO is sleeping I can't really employ the means of releasing some hard acid hero beats upon my floor. Additionally, I apologize for the incomprehensibility of this message to those of you who do not partake of what I like to refer to as a small slice of the cyberpunk lifestyle technology. Thank you once again.