i had this idea for an anology.
imagine you are a DJ, it is your first set, your one chance to impress the people who hired you and make people dance with your music.
but your equipment and samples just fucking suck and you are not even good at using the trash, cheap equipment.
so your set starts, it fucking sucks, even you, yourself know that the music is terrible, you dont even like your own music.
you start to sweat profusely, you start to get embarrassed, you overcompensate, trying to make the set better.
but this overcompensation makes your set even worse.
you know nobody can possibly dance to this, but you have to finish your set, there is no way out, you are booked for a full hour and you have to finish it.
at the beginning of your set there is a good amount of people listening to you at the club.
but one by one people start leaving.
some good natured people try to get into your music, but they just cant force themselves to dance to your shit music. they try, but they just cant.
some feel bad for the obvious cringe and stay in the room you have your set in, because they feel bad for you and want to give you emotional support.
but eventually, even they leave, and the atmosphere is so incredibly cringe, only your mother is still on the floor, watching you
nobody is on your floor, but you still have 45 minutes that you have to perform
during the rest of your awful set, a few people come in from time to time, but they see that it is completely empty, so even if they like some parts of your set, they dont dare to enter an empty floor, it is just too cringe, and the secondhand embarassment hurts, so they quickly stop thinking about you and get on another floor to have fun.
you, as the dj, went into a sort of trance, dissasoziation to protect your sanity, you know there is nothing that can safe your set.
your only hope is for the end to come
imagine you are a DJ, it is your first set, your one chance to impress the people who hired you and make people dance with your music.
but your equipment and samples just fucking suck and you are not even good at using the trash, cheap equipment.
so your set starts, it fucking sucks, even you, yourself know that the music is terrible, you dont even like your own music.
you start to sweat profusely, you start to get embarrassed, you overcompensate, trying to make the set better.
but this overcompensation makes your set even worse.
you know nobody can possibly dance to this, but you have to finish your set, there is no way out, you are booked for a full hour and you have to finish it.
at the beginning of your set there is a good amount of people listening to you at the club.
but one by one people start leaving.
some good natured people try to get into your music, but they just cant force themselves to dance to your shit music. they try, but they just cant.
some feel bad for the obvious cringe and stay in the room you have your set in, because they feel bad for you and want to give you emotional support.
but eventually, even they leave, and the atmosphere is so incredibly cringe, only your mother is still on the floor, watching you
nobody is on your floor, but you still have 45 minutes that you have to perform
during the rest of your awful set, a few people come in from time to time, but they see that it is completely empty, so even if they like some parts of your set, they dont dare to enter an empty floor, it is just too cringe, and the secondhand embarassment hurts, so they quickly stop thinking about you and get on another floor to have fun.
you, as the dj, went into a sort of trance, dissasoziation to protect your sanity, you know there is nothing that can safe your set.
your only hope is for the end to come
