Tuesday, Nov. 12 11th at the Barbary is gonna be special. Dude-tasticaly special, apparently. They’ve planned a special evening where a bunch of dj’s are getting together to do 30 minute drop sets after hours of heavy drinking.

Here is how it’s gonna go down:

DJ ORDER & FLOW

DJ’s names will be randomly drawn by GRAVY, our MC/bartender.
this will happen every 20-30 minutes (based on attendance) during a song.
when your name is announced, you must go to the bar and do a BEER BONG of PBR AND A SHOT OF WHISKEY.
if you don’t drink, you must do a beer bong of sprite or club soda.

This is according to JhnRdn himself, laying down the LAW!

This is def gonna be something worth seeing. It apparently is NOT a battle but just a chance to play whatever they feel like playing and have a ton of fun doing it. The following list is all that are planning to appear, so far.

• BUSHY (ressurection)
• IAN ST LAURENT (tomorrow’s radio)
• KYLE (M) (ten commandments)
• DIRTY SOUTH JOE (brick bandits, mad decent)
• EMYND (bounce, white t’s)
• BO BLIZ (bounce, white t’s)
• APT ONE (philadelphynz)
• STEREOFAITH (sorted, dc)
• SKIPMODE (ill makaniks)
• GREGG FOREMAN (turnaround)
• BOBBY ANALOG (nyc)
• JHN RDN (live forever)
• ANDY PRY (throne of blood)
• FLUFFTRONIX (rad summer)

Who knows who else is gonna show up for this one…

All this manlove for the reasonable price of….FREE. See you there!

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The scar engraved on my right hip is not much to look at. Two centimeters in diameter with some black and blue blotches in the surrounding area. Beneath the surface, the muscles in my thigh feel twisted and sore like I’ve been violently shoved across a hard club floor.

Oh, funny story..
Last night I was violently shoved across a hard club floor. My very first bar fight. I guess it was more of fight between this checkered-shirt-wearing white guy and his relationship problems, but apparently its more fun to assault people than see a therapist. Let me recount the experience in extravagant detail…

At the Starlight Ballroom I was fascinated by the lighting arrangement. A dozen smart-lights projected brilliant purples and greens across the arms of a hundred dancing bodies. Swirling lights arranged on strings created a “firefly swarm” affect above the crowd, giving the environment a magical feel. I ignored the music and danced instead with the visuals.
Meanwhile, in a completely separate reality, a guy was having an emotional discussion with his girlfriend, of which I was completely oblivious. But as I gazed around the room, he saw me, and shouted, “Get the fuck away!”

I smiled. Some people get violent when they’re drunk, I get amused. “Hey man, its all good” I reassured him, and put my hand on his shoulder to get the guy to relax. Subtext: I’m not the enemy.

Very shortly after this tactful display of friendliness I found my self flying for several seconds before crashing down on my hip and sliding three feet across the floor. Fortunately I had some cushioning: Three glasses of whiskey and coke from pregaming, along with whatever beer I’d had at the bar so far. It was better than Tylenol: I felt nothing.

From the ground I lobbed my beer at him, missing wildly and firing the bottle off into the darkness; miller light fanning in every direction. Leaping back to my feet I took a good look at what I was dealing with. The guy was taller than me, but aside from the girlfriend bear-hugging his stomach and his his arms out to the side in a typical “What?? What?!??” posture, he didn’t really look like the type of meat-head who’d start fights at a club. He resembled 20 other guys at this place with their buttoned down shirts and groomed facial hair. He didn’t even look unstable. His eyes glared with a genuine contempt, as if I truly were the source of his problems. His face formed the kind of vehemence usually reserved for someone who just keyed your car or fucked your mom. I flashed another unconcerned smile, and mocked his posture while clucking my mouth, making strange noises.
And then I walked away.

Hey, if the guy wanted to get in a fight, he didn’t need my help.

I feel that most violence is based on misdirected sexual frustration. If people would get their sexual issues under control we’d live without unreasonable conflict. We didn’t go to Iraq because of oil. We went because Cheney won’t acknowledge his preference for tranny pornography. Or something like that. I mean the man has “closet sexual deviant” written all across his miserable scowl.

Anyways, after dancing for another 15 minutes, the music stopped and we were informed that some guy had just pushed a bouncer, in effect drawing the rage of six other bouncers and the attention of the police who had arrived to haul his ass to jail for assault. Of course I can’t be certain, but if I had to take an intelligent guess I’d say I wasn’t the last guy that dude felt like pushing that night. Can anyone confirm that the guy arrested was tall, white, possessing a checkered shirt and unresolved sexual issues? Let me know.

I ended up getting home at around 4:50, just in time to witness two extremely drunk guys fighting outside my apartment. One was wielding a traffic cone.
“So, uhhh.. do you guys need help?” I didn’t know what to say, it didn’t look like either guy was losing. They could barely stand up, much less fight properly. One of the guys stared at me. “FUCK YOUUUU” he drooled awkwardly. I told him I was calling the police and watched as they limped away, still grappling with each other.

I’m starting to wonder. Is this philly? Are we a part of some bitter, aggressive culture where the first assumption made when two people meet is that the other person is the enemy? I feel like I’ve seen far too many people who take themselves too seriously, see every stranger as competition, and feel that the point of every interaction is about defending their fragile egos. Certainly most people aren’t like this, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find that the bitter, anti-social, bad apples are overrepresented in this city.
Shit, I dunno, what do you guys think?

chill.

- Seg

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