Mix Details
| Macprocrastination | ||
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| Artwork: |  | |
| DJ | Andy Moore | |
| Description | Deep Tech House | |
| Average Rating | 5 ••••• | |
| Number of ratings | 3 | |
| Date | 06/05/10 | |
| Length | 1:02:13 | |
| Genre | Techno | |
| On Demand Plays | 60 | |
| Total Mp3 Downloads | 99 | |
| Listen now | ||
| Comments | |
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| Mikes story so far on this mix | Posted 07/03/10 by Andy |
| The restaurant: Baa Blah, in Brighton. A typical Saturday evening with a few diners in to enjoy fresh lamb. An eatery with outstanding food but service that resembles a messy monkey on laxatives: all over the place. Past the hostess and into the dark, paneled, red/yellow/green paisley carpeted room with smart tables, crisp linen, nice artwork, and the odor of minted lamb in the aire. Music can be heard lulling in the background against the murmur of guests in quite conversation. A waiter nearly drops some small liver canapés with gerkins on wheat rounds on a guest due to the large bit of escargot that had not been noticed squashed into the carpets paisley pattern.
A basket of fresh wheat rolls, sweet butter, and crisp rye crackers is brought to another table. In the background the waiters continue scurrying about and one hears an up-tempo beat to the music in the background that seems to counterpoint the restaraunt's activity, bringing about an sense of false orchestration throughout the restaurant. Someone yells out, 'hey!" The restaurant has become progressively more busy and the personnel are two-stepping to the guest's needs. One senses expectation as tonight a very non-famous chef is serving up his special eight course meal to a few non-select diners who have read the meal special hung on the door Over at the side-station, there is Table number 4. A couple of lovers are eyeing one another with lust. He has his mind set on her - and hardly gives notice when a fresh lemon sorbet is served quietly, on his left, to adjust his palet for the salad to come. Someone is overheard saying "Hey, watch out!" A tray of dishes falls to the floor. "Hey!!!! She has her mind set on hearing words of love and amore - and for him, the sorbet worked well on the rye crisp cracker. She winced in wardlly, but laughed and said. "Ohhheehhhaaa." Abruptly the mood changed in the restaurant. In walked Gordon Ramsey. What in the FUCK is going on in here? Standing in the side of the dining room one sees, hidden vaguely amongst some foilage and big gold curtains, is a cameraman. From the kitchen a conga line of souz chefs, first cooks, and other kitchen personnel come out of the stainless steel double-doors. Using pieces of kitchen equipment, they've fastened a music ensemble from pots and pans, the springs from the salamandar, and cans filled with coffee beans to congo about the dining room. Patrons are seen in a state of disbelief, as the restaruant had seemed so, well, blah and normal until the man of the F-Word showed up.. "What in the hell are you touching?" Ramsey yells out at a cocktail waitress who has come up along side him and slide her hand along side his thigh. "Been touching nothing," she says demurely. | |
| Great Set Andy mate! | Posted 06/09/10 by FloatingSpirits |
| Bubbling vibes from the speakers down to my toes.
This is going to be on a permanent rotation for a long long time! Cheers for Beers! ***** (yeah those are for you) | |
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