There is a certain stigma attached with ‘Dj Music’ as you reach your late teens. This is due to growing out of the ned phase as you enter the student one, where teens will metamorphose into their liberal student stereotype. Where once was a love and excitement about ‘Dj Music’, is now replaced by feelings of embaressment and shame. But why is this so? Why can we not look back nostalgically and proudly at our self-made phenomenon?

It was us who built the infrastructure. We set up websites in which teens from all of Scotland were able to download everything needed for free, take part in forums or read the bio of their favourite “Artist”. User numbers of Acoustica Mixcraft and Sony Acid Pro must have skyrocketed without them actually making any money. We set up teams with actual hierarchies and chains of command (Everyone knew it was English’s Mixmysters and Cambo’s Team Techno). We held competitions that included people from all over Scotland and even Ireland. We made celebrities out of mere teenagers clicking at computer screens, who hasn’t heard of Gary McF?

Is it not amazing that we created this all at the age of what? 13? 14? The system we created had probably more people listening to our own music than actual chart stuff.

Thousands spent on marketing campaigns yet our computers were full of this stuff. The story of PCDJ music may be (I feel) unfairly mocked by us as we get older, but the feats achieved were undoubtedly impressive. The way it was able to harness social networking, which was even harder without Facebook or Twitter, to create mass appeal is something to be admired. If I could generate the same heat with my blog I’d easily be able to market it to advertisers.

This was one of the sad sides to the whole thing that, with all it’s popularity, it was unable to be converted to monetary gain. This was due to copyright laws and over saturation. But look at DJ Earworm, he is doing exactly what we did and is getting all the praise. He’s being Heralded as being very original when really he is just doing what we were doing 5 years ago. However the websites did have Paypal accounts for people to donate money but I’m guessing no one did as if a site did have to close there was always going to be other ones to go to.

I’m sure there are still sites out there somewhere with the next generation playing about on their computers and they are probably going through the same stuff we did. The trick is though to let it go when you’re meant to. I bumped into a drunk, 23-year-old DJ Pulse who, in his drunken state, started chatting to me and offered me a beer (I have never met or spoken to the man in my life). He then boastfully explained that he was DJ Pulse (he was on his way to work by the way) and I was not impressed, I felt sorry for him. He played his “music” to me and I had to feign enjoyment (he was a big guy, and drunk). It was sad to see that this guy couldn’t relinquish his grip of the past and the mass exposure and adulation he received. He once was a boy sitting in a bedroom making tunes, which is ok.Now he is just a fat man boring strangers with his exaggerated tales. Or is he the right one? Why should we not allow him his few pleasures? Why should we judge him for listening to 90’s Eurodance (they’re the ones with that classic neddy feel to them) in a track suit, going to work, drinking? Well perhaps we should. And I did.



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MMA v Boxing- UFC 118

“The Lessons learned in UFC 1 Still apply in 118” Joe Rogan, after Randy Couture’s submission victory over boxer James Toney.

James Toney entered the world of MMA with a massive chip on his shoulder. He strangely felt insulted by the perceived notion that a simple boxer could not compete in the world of mixed martial arts. However the MMA community has not stated this as an arrogant taunt to boxing, it’s just stating the facts. MMA fans also show a degree of self awareness as they understand a cage fighter would struggle in a boxing ring e.g. Andrei Arlovski.

Never the less Toney pestered UFC President Dana White for months, picking a fight until eventually he got one. White offered him UFC Hall of Famer Randy ‘The Natural’ Couture (one of the fighters on Toney’s ‘hit-list’).

Dana immediately admitted that the fight was a “freak show” and that this was purely to prove a point to James.

The pre-fight hype played out like a WWE storyline with James as the’ Heel’ and Randy as the ‘Face’. Toney was the invading enemy with the purpose of bringing down MMA. Like a virus that had infected the sport or a bomb that had to be defused or risk the downfall of the sports credibility. Toney was in the lion’s den. Randy on the other hand had the job and pressure of defending the fundamental principles and core beliefs that the sport hold dear.

The fight had great crossover appeal as well as interest to mainstream audiences who would be intrigued more than anything about the outcome and the offshoot implications. However most hardcore fans understood how predictable the fight would be.

The fight itself played out as was expected as Randy immediately took James down with the rarely used low single leg takedown and then easily moved up to the full mount position where he softened him up with strikes before attempting a submission. He never quite got the first choke attempt but Toney never learned and moments later the fight was finished by arm triangle. James was humbled, helplessly flailing his arm about accompanied by a verbal tap out. He couldn’t even quit right.

It never was UFC versus boxing though, just a side show, but more importantly it was an exemplar warning to any cocky boxers looking to make the move over. Randy had said before hand that he wondered if James honestly believed his boxing skills alone would be enough to get him through- and by what we seen of his ground game it would appear that that was the case.

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Pizza Hut Park

If the FIFA World Cup does not spark the American public into appreciating the beautiful game then nothing will. Their run in the tournament was full of the fairytale drama and excitement that Americans love.
Fluke strikes and spectacular late goals are the sort of fantastical storylines that should satisfy their need for Hollywood stardust within their sports.

Yet I can’t help but feel that their ultimate failure in the tournament will lead them to continue with their stubborn dismissal of it. I think their intrinsic arrogance will put them off a sport in which they are merely mediocre. They are more than happy to play “The World Series” in which they are the only nation competing. The sports they like most are sports that the rest of the world don’t really play. Basketball, Baseball, Ice Hockey and American Football. The fact it’s called American football surely renders celebrating how good they are at it ridiculous. Maybe Ice Hockey would be even more popular if Canada didn’t get involved and beat them.

The funny thing is though, “soccer” is the most played sport in America. It just is rarely watched. They love playing it, hate watching it. They love watching American football though with its five second bursts of action, cheerleaders and commercials, before another five second burst of angry helmet bumping as the cycle continues. You see Americans are a bit like children, as they go crazy for tedious repetition. You see Americans are a bit like children, as they go crazy for tedious repetition. You see Americans are a bit like children, as they go crazy for tedious repetition. Coca-Cola! You see Americans are a bit like children, as… I digress. I’m a Stewart Lee fan so maybe I can be accused of some hypocrisy here. But yeah only in America could a team play in the Pizza Hut Park. My point is though that football does not really lend itself to American television. Football is two forty-five minute stretches and by the end it may even end 0-0. The average Americans sports fan’s attention span would struggle to cope with the admittedly lengthy but also flowing nature of it. They need life affirming bangs to jolt their interest, most will never appreciate the hypnotic beauty of a Spanish passing move.

If they were just to have a wee sneaky peek to the south of them they may be able to learn a lot from their South American neighbours. The passion and flair that they have is what football is all about, not PG-rated fun and smiles. An American “Soccer” stadium is packed to rosters (actually not packed, never) with the proverbial prawn sandwich munchers- just there to enjoy the ball game. This is sadly all just very American.


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