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Happy weekend, watercoolerers.
I feel I should add that the staff of PMT Oxford have usually been helpful and the guy who runs the computer+synth room is always enthusiastic and friendly. Which is also a bit intimidating in its own way, because it seems a shame to go from feeling like maybe I've managed to fool someone into thinking I know what I'm doing with a proper nerdy conversation about LFOs and pulse-width modulation and then blow it by showing him I really can't play.
On the other hand, I had a very odd experience in a record shop (sorry, long story and one I may have told before). Every few days I'd go into their dance music basement, spend a while looking and almost always buy something. I got chatting to the guy occasionally, because I'd buy crap nobody else wanted from the bargain bin and the "what the hell?" / "weirdassed drill/breakcore" sections.
We got talking about production too because the weird stuff he didn't know where to file or how to price he'd often show to me, and he'd got some sample CDs in or some 8-bit chiptune thing I said I might buy just for sampling. Anyway, I was in there a LOT, spending a lot of money, and I never once took anyone else there or even spoke to any other customers.
After a few years he said, "Shame your friend isn't with you today, I've got some stuff he might like."
"Er?"
"Oh, you know, that guy you're always in here with, he listens to all the weird stuff, and he makes his own music so he buys those CDs with beats on."
I have NO idea how to explain that exchange except that it was just so MALE that anyone would regularly paw their IDM and weird cheap stuff and talk about making music that he completely IMAGINED someone else coming in every week while I stood behind this imaginary customer staring uncomprehendingly at the records and then leaving again, just so as not to think a woman might have any musical knowledge. But I'm hoping there's a better explanation.
― a passing spacecadet, Friday, 30 March 2007 17:33 (seventeen years ago) link
Norman OTM. Utterly bizarre.
Despite reading Muzik and Mixmag all the time I hated going into dance shops TBH. Always seemed really unfriendly and elitist. I tended only to go in when I was with one of my mates if he was after stuff.
I usually just bought my cd's elsewhere. I used to go into 13th Precinct (not note, lord knows why i said that haha) out of habit as it used to be a good indie shop. But eventually it got moved downstairs and then dropped completely and I just didn't like the shop anymore.
I haven't been in 13th Precinct for years. Wonder what it's like now.
― Brigadier Lethbridge-Pfunkboy, Friday, 30 March 2007 18:06 (seventeen years ago) link
It's hard to find threads thesedays.
Search doesn't show them, there is no "show all" anymore, and if it wasn't for my own 'history', I'd lose threads!
― Mark G, Monday, 2 April 2007 09:55 (seventeen years ago) link
Hello! I had the weirdest dream (or rather nightmare EVAH). A small baby was pooping orally. His (or her, can't remember gender) blew up so big that it turned see-through.
― nathalie, Monday, 2 April 2007 11:32 (seventeen years ago) link
Well, this was due to the fact that Ophelia had pooped so much it was sticking to her legs (at 4 am). We had to wash her up and take her into our bed. This was the worst but previous nights have been the same. heheh
― nathalie, Monday, 2 April 2007 11:44 (seventeen years ago) link