Once upon a time, 2 tiny seedlings were hatched in similar pods. These pods were remarkably similar, but with their own cheeky little individualisms (which isn't even a word). These 2 miniscule examples then grew up and all that bollocks, and are now in fact 2 particularly good mates, David and Mike. I can't really be arsed to write anything else yet, but watch this space. This myspace in fact. Great.
Ok now I can. So.....these two jeb ends ended up fleeing from their original homes, leaving behind such local celebrities as Barney aka Neil, Callum and Kevin Mullis, venturing Northbound to Liverpool and Huddersfield. There, these two maxi-wankers decided to buy some decks (because all the cool kids were, and all we want is a bit of attention....deep-seated psychological issues are shared by us both, born out of a traumatic childhood incident involving a canoe and a beachball......don't, it's too hard).
It was this transition where these two pals changed musical directions....Face sold his soul to the devil, replacing his life-long love for Hippity hop with a new-found enamourment with all things house. He, along with some friends, known only by tiny sea-voles as King Tut and the Wookie, learnt turntable tomfoolery and cdj silliness, and was soon mixing his little sage eyelids off with the mean glare of a corse-ground eel.
Mike, or massive (if you will) vowed to stay true to his Hip-Hop roots, and set about learning the ancient art of turntablism. He left Livepool, ventured to Peru where he met an old Goat named Bruce who tutored this young upstart in the arcane techniques of turntable scratchery (which in itself was quite a feat, considering he had no FUCKING FINGERS). Once i had learnt how to make a 'Frr Frr Frrresssshhhh' sound, that was me happy. However, Bruce was a right slave-driving muppet and made me continue.....continue until I was red in the plums and long in the foreskin.
Eventuallly, the two realised (via the facilitation of a certain evening's entertainment known as Dirtyfloor presents....G.U.R.N.), "shit a screwdriver, we can bring these two elements together and make something that sounds really annoying!" So set about annoying people they did....and it turned out that people quite liked it......or so they silently said with their arms and legs. But you can never trust people, especially when you turn you're back and you catch them in a window's reflection doing a vigorous 'wanker-sign' to your back.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand.......that, youngsters, is how a baby is made
yo how are things? your myspace is looking sweet! anyhow, i just grabbed some tight new ringers off www.singingcell.info for FREE! they have the tightest variety!
well get mike to come yours n lets do it.........do it like animals do on the discovery channel wearing expensive chanel while swimming the channel n also a canal!?!!?!?!!?
Ive finally arranged to go sheff get things moving down there and also in derby...but really wanna crack manc n the pool yu guys need to get skirmishing big time!!!
Im canvassed up at the mo went to tate modern at the weekend which helped inspire a little but really strugglin for ideas at the mo need to go to a really smart exhibition yu no of any comin up?!?!?
