The night before, I’m up until 3:00 AM, spinning vinyl, tweaking mp3’s, setting the last details of my set in place. And at 8:00 A.M. I roll out of bed and drop the first track onto my turntable. Almost exactly an hour and a half later the last notes of the complete mix die away. Finally, I’m confident I’ve got the right collection of tunes for the set. Blearily, I stumble off to work, CDs and records tucked safely in my record bag.
I’m too tired to stress about the performance for most of the day. But as the time draws near I get a little apprehensive. The first half of the set is on vinyl. The second half is on CD. I’ve not spun anything on CD in a long time. What if the players don’t have pitch control? What if they’re too squirelly and I end up threading together train wreck after train wreck? What if the roof collapses?
When it’s finally time for me to go on, my hand shakes a little as I set the needle on the record. But then the smooth tones of Blue Six pour like honey out of the speakers and within moments I’m settled in.
The set is flawless. Too bad you weren’t there…