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Hey friends:)

 

I posted this on Isra a few days ago and some people enjoyed it so I thought wouldnt hurt to post it here to for the people who dont visit isra much......

 

 

 

 

I came across this web page

http://www.stupidedia.org/stupi/Goa

and I found some of the content really true and funny so I decided to try and translate it as best as I can.

 

Have a read, I hope some of the humor has stayed in place despite translation

 

The shaggy buck (Rare Himalayan Mountain goat type)

 

The shaggy buck is Recognizable through a strong smell, shaggy fur and missing front teeth. Very adaptable in their reproductive habits, shaggy bucks are able to secrete various scents in order to attract mating partners.

Scientists have been unable to synthesize a related scent, but field research in the Indian state of Goa has shown that this distinctive scent may have an effect similar to that of THC.

In contrast to other endemic Himalayan species the shaggy buck has rudimentary speech ability and is able to utter sound expressions such as: “Boom”, “keep it shanti dude” and “oi dude, sick dope”. These sound expressions also dominate and influence the social behavior of shaggy bucks.

The shaggy buck is known to be an extremely water-shy animal which can be found at large herds at so-called “festivals” in order to give a sense of meaning to its life.

 

Shaggy Bucks were assumed to be extinct since 1968, until the National Geographic Society discovered some specimen in the highland regions of the Hindukush and Nepal in 1993. A unification of these isolated specimen by animal activists led to unexpected and staggering results: Reproduction resulted in a population explosion amongst the shaggy bucks. The shaggy bucks learnt to read and write and were able to create their own colony-Psynews (Goabase.de in the original ) under the protection of species agreement of the United Nations, WWF and PETA.

Attempts to control the shaggy buck population have been futile.

 

The Older Guy

 

Has been to Goa at least twice and has traveled through India. Of cause only staying in 3 star hotels. Once smoked a chillum with a baba so he uses every opportunity to shout “boom” or alternatively “boom Shiva”. Is always (if possible) on LSD and dances in an unrythmical and anarchic manner. Hair: Dreads or other filthy bush.

 

The burnt-out guy

 

He stands around at parties dancing apathetically. Most of the time he is on some kind of drug, if possible a combination of all kinds. Favorite topic: How lame the party is, (if compared to “that other party”), and the music isn’t all that great, and the people definitely not either. Would always rather be at home, at the cinema, at another party, whatever, wherever, doesn’t matter. Anywhere would be better than here and now.

 

The Technology Freak

 

Stands in the spot where the sound is optimum stereo at that moment in time, biting his lips together with a connoisseurs look in his face. Philosophizes about the inter-reaction and synergy of frequencies above 16khz and 5khz. Complains about the fact that “no frequency between 12 and 12.5 khz has been played since at least 1 hour”- also the beat is slightly out of phase and the 303 has too much resonance and too little delay.

 

The “Goan”

 

Always finds everything everywhere to be “really cool and wicked” out of principle. He evaluates everyone who thinks or feels something different as “frustrated or burnt out”. If you do as much as say one wrong word about the mix he will see you as the “grumpy guy” who is trying to destroy the good vibe and mood. Everyone is part of the family and should do whatever they like. During the weekend at least, because during the week the “Goan” is agitated and annoyed and would like to execute everybody for not being nice to each other.

 

The Eso-Goan

 

Can be found floating over the dance floor with a smile of delight when spiritual music is playing. Becomes depressed and moody when cold sounding prog is played.

When this sub-type is peaking they like to talk about the energies at the party and likes to feel peoples auras. Experiences chain-multiple-orgasms when thinking of the union and oneness of all these related and connected souls at the party and uses their good vibrations to make sure nobody gets a bad trip. The Eso-goan is the good, positive spirit of every party. If they are absent, the party sucks. However if the party is blessed by“such a good soul”, you will only see happy smiling faces and grins.

If there is an “Eso-Goan” at the party there is less likelihood of having the “burn out” type there. Favorite words: Chakra, dimensions, hallow, aura, karma.

 

 

 

 

 

The techno freak

 

Is very happy about the low entry prices, but then stands at the edge of the dance floor feeling out-of-place. Cannot relate to the “psycho music” or the weirdos dancing around. Is delighted about the prices at the bar and immediately buys a years supply of drugs at an overpriced cost. Is bewildered and confused how such a party could be financed without any sponsorship signs, posters and boards. Is at a psy party probably for the first and last time.

 

The Undercover Cop

 

Wears jeans, sneakers and a colorful t-shirt (as disguise). He has a normal haircut and a somber look. Unimpressed by whatever soundscapes are playing he scans and scowers every corner of the location, carrying his bottle of coca-cola, looking for potential victims. Once suitable victims have been found, he approaches them and utters the following sentence.

 

“Excuse me, perhaps one of you would like to buy some drugs?”

He then proceeds to open his small metal box, revealing a peace of very crappy hash and finest hi-grade Amphetamin. The silent, skeptical looks persuade him to pack the crap back into his box and continue his search.

5 minutes later everybody knows that the “wierdo with the strange colorful shirt and coca-cola” is a cop.

 

The “pure enjoyment” guy

 

Is well prepared for the event and has a plan. He is not concerned or surprised about the high entrance prices. Buys whatever he thinks would make his weekend more pleasurable and doesn’t mind sharing. Chooses the music and acts he likes and then goes off like a rocket to motivate and push the people around him. He is happy when he sees the sunrise and its effect on the dancing mob, which absorbs its warming rays and transmutes this energy into direct visible and audible trance-dance ecstasy. Happily collects garbage and is happy that he actually gets a garbage refund for this. Drives home on Sunday with a wide smile on his face, happy about how well everything went.

 

The Post fence Dj

 

The worst kind of music ripper/burner. Always has the newest sounds from the most obscure artists from Timbuktu, Denmark, Brazil, wherever. Unfortunately this always sounds like the same old hollow prog tok-tok sound. If he is sure no other “post-fence” dj is present he may also play some Yahel or Marc o Tool. Irritates people by constantly saying stuff like:

“Woah dude, maate how long are you gonna be playing?” , “Dude, mate, sick shit dude. What is it? Unreleased shit or what? Dude can you burn it for me or what?

Tends to be found in groups, sometimes aggressive, mostly drug dealer. Due to these attributes he never pays entry fees, but always has a drink and a chick with him. Always well informed about everything dodgy and dubious and is not shy to share this info with the cops if the circumstances call for it.

 

The Indie-Chick faction

 

These are the girls who start giving off ringing sounds if they do as little as blink an eyelash. It takes at least 15 minutes to find and recognize the person under the masses of stuff like bells, colorful sheets, various rags, armbands, skirts, bags, scruffy hair reaching to the ground decorated with 1000 different things like beeds and shiny stuff, as well as at least 1 hat and other “Goatoys” like fluffy shoes.

If your eyes have managed to focus on the face of this seemingly supernatural being, do not be scared or revolted at what seem to be huge pimples – these are called bindies!

Another typical attribute of indie chicks is the 10 cm thick layer of mud under the soles of the feat as they prefer to be in direct contact with the ground.

On the dance floor their focus is on arm movement- they perform mystical twists and turns in combination with various, changing finger constellations. During certain types of music the upper part of the body may also sway to the music. This typical dance is performed in a slow and meditative manner as the entire gear and accessories contribute to the overall body weight of the person. Moreover there is a constant threat of all these carefully selected decorations shifting or falling off.

This type of party visitor is often found in the company of “the older guy” or the “everything used to be better guy” whom this type feels attracted to and almost worships.

 

The Partypackers

 

Mostly found in herds. Feel strong in groups and share tasks between the members, such as dealing drugs, driving the car, get the newest music, get money for the party, know the first names of everyone they need to know at the party etc.

First they complain about the music, but an hour later they will be dancing around like crazy to whatever sound because the drugs have started working.

They wear relatively inconspicuous clothes like black hooded sweaters. They also like plastic-raver trousers with huge side pockets to store their party lunch boxes.

They like to spice up their outfit with combinations of orange color items, like hats and waist bags. Their nutrition is limited to tablets and liquefied bread, which they bring along themselves, as well as herbal liquors.

At open airs a very strange and uncoordinated mating behavior can be observed amongst partypackers.

 

The Part-time fraggle

 

The part-time fraggle or goa-party tourist never really wanted to go to the party but was dragged along by friends because he didn’t know what the hell else to do at the weekend. Or he just wanted to”go and have a look”. It is becoming more and more difficult to identify this type because he normally borrows accessories and colorful clothes from his friends as not to be easily recognizable as a “party tourist”.

If taken under more direct observation they can be identified because they are continuously taken pictures of “the strange colorful people” and asks questions like “are you also this stoned?”. He may irritate people by complaining about the loud music late at night, not allowing him to catch any sleep. It is sometimes possible to observe similarities between the behavior of this type and the undercover cop, except the Part time fraggle is mainly harmless and normally a quite nice guy.

 

The lifeguards

 

Mostly these guys look like “Meister Proper”. (As you probably will not know you this is look here: http://www.meisterproper.de/mandatory/frames.html - the logo character in the corner). They have freshly polished bold heads and sunglasses. They have new flashy mobiles attached to their belts and all smoke Marlboro. They like to show of by having some bimbo-blonde type chick with them and holding their BMW keys directly visible for everybody while standing at the dance floor. This behavior (maybe also influenced by an above average anabolic steroid consumption) leads to infection of the nasal passages, causing them to continuously rub and scratch their nose. The nutrition of life guards consists of old mackers burgers from the boot of the car and piss-warm Corona. This beer is often held in such a way that the label can be easily read by everybody so noone confuses it with a cheap imitation.

However the most important thing for a life guard is his all-around scan vision while he is standing on the periphery of the dance floor. The feet apart at shoulders width (maybe related to an army career), arms in a position that suggests freshly shaved armpits and most importantly the ever-present scan vision which reminds of KIT (out of night Rider) with his red blinking light under the hood. Whats the lifeguards girlfriends name? Anna-Bolic.

 

The one who has seen it all

 

Has a slightly haggard appearance (showing the signs and furrows of past times) and a knowledgeable look in his face. This really guy knows about party. Prefers dope, trips and a lot of alcohol, even if this doesn’t really fuck him up anymore (or maybe hes just permanently fucked up….).

Prefers and enjoys philosophical discussions/ monologs, but after some time he always loses the plot and doesn’t understand what the hell he was/is talking about.

Comes to the party first and leaves at the very end. Is not the most active type, he is just kind of there……..

 

The Perfectionist

 

If he would have organized the party everything would be sooooo muuuch better!

At the gate he is already complaining why everything is taking so long and how everything is much too expensive.

Once in the party he will display behavior similar to that of the “burnt out guy”, complaining about poor organization. The line-up is always bad in his eyes, if he were playing everything would be so much better and everyone in a much better mood. Even the decoration would be much better if he had done it. He really finds the party crap, but oh well, what can you do once you are there….

Overall a pretty annoying and irritating type who ruins peoples moods and nobody wants much to do with him. Because of his attitude none of his friends like to take him, this is why this type often comes to parties by train or hitchhiking. So…be careful what /whom you pick up on the road……..

 

The Rasta-Poser

 

Mostly one of the younger guests. Makes dreads 5 years before the party and constantly plays with them, comes to the party mainly to show himself……….

Almost all the time he forgets (more or less intentionally) to wear shoes and t-shirt..

Instead he carries a backpack full of weed which he needs to smoke continuously. Doesn’t dance much, prefers to stand at a spot on the side of the dance floor where everyone will see him……

Always tries to seem cool and indifferent and expects admiration for this. Also the Rastaposer invests great time and attention into being recognized as a freak by wearing strange waste bags, all kinds of piercings, cheesy jewelry and indefinable objects.

However these efforts mostly fail because if observed closely one sees he is also wearing designer boxer shorts, carrying the latest mobile and is also equipt with various other high price status items.

Because the backpack is full of weed, he ties all kinds of objects to his dreads and hides things inside his hair only never to find them again. The Rasta poser doesn’t really like Goa/Psytrance anyway, he would prefer to be Bob Marley and enjoying Jamaica with tons of money and weed.

Often individual members of this type resemble each other closely.

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The “everything used to be better guy”

 

Usually sneaks around the dance floor, giving everyone drinking or smelling of beer an evil eye. Looks at everyone in a condescending manner expressing his disgust including the coke heads in the corner, the 14 year old batik kiddies and the “bloody prog playing dj”. Continuously talks about “that party” on the beech of Ko-Phagnan in ´82 with “Gil and the Posford guy”. Or he talks about that “super-glacier” party were the punch was really good. If possible he is always on acid, but feels nothing but disdain for other chemicals.

Stands directly in front of the dj sulking until he plays some old-skool fluff track. When that happens he screams at the top of his lungs and cries a few tears of happiness before going back into sulk mode waiting for the next old-skool fluff track.

Most of the time he has a dog with him and can be found at the entrance complaining, winging and lamenting about the high prices

 

 

And here is a bonus one I added myself ;) Please help to create more categories....:

 

 

The crack-pot conspiracy theory nutter

 

Used to take tons of acid, but now he stays away from chemical drugs of all kinds.(tons of it seriously....entire sheets at once). He believes secret government agents of various existing/fantasised nations are omnipresent at psytrance parties, distributing psychedelic drugs to people in the context of a large scale mind control experiment. The ultimate goal being to create an indesdructible army of brainwashed psy-warriors to be unleashed upon the world once the time has come.

The crack pot conspiracy theorist lets at least 6 people know about these tragic circumstances (per party) and estimates "this to hit 2012".

Whilst everyone else is enjoying the lasers,he believes they are blinking at the correct intervals to subliminally make the party goers receptive to all kinds of cryptic occult suggestions.

The organisers are in on it, and the artists as well. Paranoia is only extreme awareness. The dj is an alien, you can see this in her shifty eyes. And the queen of England is a lizard.

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Awesome description, and somewhat true... ;) I myself am a “pure enjoyment” guy (well, girl) myself. Maybe with a bit of goan in me. :)

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I liked your tanslated version so much that i was tempted to post it here but i refrained from doing so :lol:

 

anyway ive created a lttle group on facebook called what kind of a raver are you based on your post !

 

feel free to join :D

 

btw iam the pure enjoyment guy too minus the garbage picking up bit. :P (which i know i should be doing)

 

and sometimes the eso goan :D

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The “everything used to be better guy”

 

Usually sneaks around the dance floor, giving everyone drinking or smelling of beer an evil eye. Looks at everyone in a condescending manner expressing his disgust including the coke heads in the corner, the 14 year old batik kiddies and the “bloody prog playing dj”. Continuously talks about “that party” on the beech of Ko-Phagnan in ´82 with “Gil and the Posford guy”. Or he talks about that “super-glacier” party were the punch was really good. If possible he is always on acid, but feels nothing but disdain for other chemicals.

Stands directly in front of the dj sulking until he plays some old-skool fluff track. When that happens he screams at the top of his lungs and cries a few tears of happiness before going back into sulk mode waiting for the next old-skool fluff track.

Most of the time he has a dog with him and can be found at the entrance complaining, winging and lamenting about the high prices

seems familiar character :lol:

:P

 

 

:lol: @ all of them :D!

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There is a contradiction here :unsure:

Maybe because they're old . They have this jerky way of dancing usually not in sync with the music :D
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Somehow I best match the description of One who has seen it all :unsure:

Mailny the memories of past parties in far away lands & complete forgetfulness almost right away!

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:lol: awesome :lol:

 

me belonging to the Partypackers group

 

First they complain about the music, but an hour later they will be dancing around like crazy to whatever sound because the drugs have started working.

this is toooooo much true :lol:

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Yep, that's a good post ... I knew the german version of it before that they posted on goabase...

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:lol: Kazuku, saw this same post on Isra...

 

hahaha...

 

Im sure we all know at least one or two of all those...

 

And Im sure I can think of a few more... :lol:

 

;)

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the ´PLAY SOMETHING FASTER` candy raver

 

Usually standing just in front of the dj, going nuts when the cheesiest 150bpm psy is playing, with a lollypop in the mouth to relieve his jaw tension from the 5 ecstasy pills (or from the first ecstasy pill in his/her life, or from the rectum-introduced x pill)

 

Whenever some slower music, specially if a prog dj comes, no matter if everyone is enjoying, this person will keep raising up his/her arms and saying ´fasteeeeeeeeeer!!! ´ .. this person is usually in the first year of knowing about trance

 

 

The post-goa ´mass´ Israelis

 

You recognize them by always being in groups, smoking their chillums and screaming all sorts of variants of ´boom bholenat´, each trying to be more original in each saying. They usually sell crappy smoke and diluted acid, which sometimes they may even say its mescaline or something that sounds more exotic... Can be quite agressive sellers and have been seen to be fighting each other for ´market territories´.

 

The ´lost ones´

 

Usually came with someone, but god knows with who, and later took too much of something and got lost.. You know, they are those who surprise you at some random point during the party, just coming up to you while you are in the food queue, and say something like: " Hello intergalactic warrior! I notice the stars are sun and bed, we go the dog and tomorrow I eat tortillas" , and then they dissapear... You may eventually see this person again, with the head inside a garbage bin or maybe sleeping on the main dancefloor right next to the speakers

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Usually came with someone, but god knows with who, and later took too much of something and got lost.. You know, they are those who surprise you at some random point during the party, just coming up to you while you are in the food queue, and say something like:" Hello intergalactic warrior! I notice the stars are sun and bed, we go the dog and tomorrow I eat tortillas" , and then they dissapear... You may eventually see this person again, with the head inside a garbage bin or maybe sleeping on the main dancefloor right next to the speakers

A 16 year old kid I know fitted this category in a Cosmosis party recently. He was only on one blotter & 1-2 joints, he got totally lost during 5-6 a.m, he was standing 5 meters outside the club and asking the cops "Where is the club? I need to go to the party" .. and then asking "Am I in Greece?" because he had somehow deluded himself that he was in Russia :ph34r: :ph34r:

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The ´lost ones´

 

Usually came with someone, but god knows with who, and later took too much of something and got lost.. You know, they are those who surprise you at some random point during the party, just coming up to you while you are in the food queue, and say something like: " Hello intergalactic warrior! I notice the stars are sun and bed, we go the dog and tomorrow I eat tortillas" , and then they dissapear... You may eventually see this person again, with the head inside a garbage bin or maybe sleeping on the main dancefloor right next to the speakers

:lol:

 

I'd add a sub-category for those: The 'lost-but-trying-to-score-some-drugs' ones. They phase in near tents and ask you for (any) drugs. And then fall asleep on place :)

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the ´PLAY SOMETHING FASTER` candy raver

 

Usually standing just in front of the dj, going nuts when the cheesiest 150bpm psy is playing, with a lollypop in the mouth to relieve his jaw tension from the 5 ecstasy pills (or from the first ecstasy pill in his/her life, or from the rectum-introduced x pill)

 

Whenever some slower music, specially if a prog dj comes, no matter if everyone is enjoying, this person will keep raising up his/her arms and saying ´fasteeeeeeeeeer!!! ´ .. this person is usually in the first year of knowing about trance

yes, yes, yes

 

Once there was this dude who used to scream this "fasteer!" in such a desperate and begging tone I always had to grin when he did it despite normally this goes on my nerves :D

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The ´lost ones´

 

Usually came with someone, but god knows with who, and later took too much of something and got lost.. You know, they are those who surprise you at some random point during the party, just coming up to you while you are in the food queue, and say something like: " Hello intergalactic warrior! I notice the stars are sun and bed, we go the dog and tomorrow I eat tortillas" , and then they dissapear... You may eventually see this person again, with the head inside a garbage bin or maybe sleeping on the main dancefloor right next to the speakers

:lol:

 

 

A 16 year old kid I know fitted this category in a Cosmosis party recently. He was only on one blotter & 1-2 joints, he got totally lost during 5-6 a.m, he was standing 5 meters outside the club and asking the cops "Where is the club? I need to go to the party" .. and then asking "Am I in Greece?" because he had somehow deluded himself that he was in Russia :ph34r: :ph34r:

:lol:
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eso-goan :) (though i like prog :P)

 

and idd i've already laughed my pants off with 'lost ones' over here :P

 

they always have the overly large pupils and some psycho 'seeking' look on their face, but the most funny thing is the spastic shake all over their body! ROFL!

 

i always burst into a good laugh when i see one (but then as eso-goan i wonder to myself ...'why') :lol: too bad all communication is a no-go (although, bad? :P)

 

still a good party always comes with all the types :lol:

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" Hello intergalactic warrior! I notice the stars are sun and bed, we go the dog and tomorrow I eat tortillas"

MAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

 

OMG! milk came out of my nose on to my brothers precious keyboard!

i didn't see this comming!

 

:lol:

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nose, not titties :o?

 

ok, how about this one:

 

never been to party, listens to everything that has "psy" in its name and blables over the web how cool or uncool this or that is and how the whole scene sucks bigtime :drama:

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a friend sent me a Link in portuguese, from a brazilian dj about some type of people in the parties.. Its really really great, but its in portuguese, so I translated myself (lost some jokes but still daaaaaaaaaamn funny)

 

 

 

´Pop´ freak

 

Already went to many parties around the world. Doesn´t work and doesn´t pretend either. Is inscribed in some weird art university somewhere. Spend a lot of time going to places with a big trance scene, and complains that ´voov is too commercial´. Ohm tatoo is a must, but doesn´t know what´s bhagavad gita, and for him, siddartha is just the name of some book in his grandpa´s library.

 

´Roots´ freak

Dreadlocks or long hair, but the ´cool´ thing is also to suddenly appear with short hair. Doesn´t return calls (loses the cellphone every month), gets the email max once a week, but always forgets the hotmail password so is constantly changing emails. Already traveled a lot, and always flights like ´Sao Paulo/frankfurt, through kuala lumpur´ that last for 14 days. Doesn´t speak properly any language, neither his own mother language, but can get around on many of them with a big mix. Until he remembers the names of people, needs to be presented hundreds of times. Many times these people can stay awake for 4 days thanks to.... ahmm.. yoga.. They have mystic, cabalistic, sanyass or just plain weird names. Their main motto is ´Love your chillum as you love thyself.´

 

the ´raver´

 

Went to one festival, got ´bitten´ by the psy fever and changed his life. At the first sign of the day, puts on a pair of ultra-cybernetic sunglasses. Many times is also seen at night with them. Very equiped, never appears without the vicks inhalers, smoking papers of all kinds, gums and everything (and at occasions mixes up through which hole each thing goes). And has at least 4 packs of marlboro, which he distributes around with a big smile, and offers to light it up with his zippo (making those typical noob tricks to make the ´TCHACLA´ noise with the lighter). Knows the names of bands but never know whats playing, and always brings a waterbottle - and not beer - to the dj every 5 minutes. Thinks of tatooing ´MDMA´ on his left arm, because the right arm already is covered with a tatoo of a north american indian, a dolphin or a tribal. Calls the other party goers as ´my brothers´. At times he says the vibe of the ´cold blue fridge´ is starting to come close, so takes another ´half-I-dont-know-what´ to not lose his ´groove

 

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The DJ

 

Shows up in the parties during the mornings. Is always in a corner talking to another DJ, normally with serious expressions as if they were discussing the future of humanity - but they´re usually talking bad about someone. If any unknown asks ´do you have some mdma´, makes a snobby face, but never admits he also wants some. Has all the songs he wants, but constantly wonder what hidden gems are in another dj´s wallets. Thinks his name is on the VIP list, even when he didnt talk to the organizer. Defends with all his might the profissionalization of his activity, including the right to play under the influence, and to play his extra ´just another quick 8 tracks´ before he lets the next dj.

 

The wannabe dj

 

Never leave the dancefloor. Compulsive mp3 trader, with withdrawal syndromes when away from their internet. Are sensitive, and visualise in the dj carreer a chance so that they can present their history, their feelings. Criticise at all times the lack of playing possibilities, even if with only 6 months of carreer they already played in a couple of parties. Before playing they make a promiss to the Saints, strong praying and even stretching, they know the sound like anyone and are always updated - sometimes even too much. Need to understand at all costs the difference between the genres and want to produce music, but dont want to invest money in it. Sometimes they get a ´spot in the sun´..

 

 

Lost on E

 

Screams: ´faaaaaaaaaaaaaaster djjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj´ at 1am. Professional Ear-eater, makes sure that he tells in the smallest details how life is fantastic, and asks things like ´Hey dude, did you ever come to a party with such a vibe like this before?!´. Loves the dj cabin and to dance on top of the speakers, and at 5am is already fully sleeping

 

Mary Pick Up (aka Dj Hunter or Mary Headphone) - subdivision of the ´freak pop´. They preffer foreign djs - but a national one, as long as a first line and also cute is accepted. Knows all the trance-sensual dance steps, sends ´friendly´ looks to the djs and make sure they are intimate with all of them. If they need, they get a ride even with the milk truck to get to a party. Make Italian, French and Aramaic language courses, and their favourite exercise is carrying dj case. Already got yelled at by their mom for feistily saying ´do I know you?´ in the breakfast table.

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