lol - I think I've gotten a little obsessed with this, I've watched that Oakenfold Rocks video a few times in a row.
Aging DJs and their fans.
The list of venues on that promo Perfecto video fills me with sort of sadness and curiosity.
― MikoMcha, Sunday, 20 May 2012 11:30 (twelve years ago) link
five years pass...
seven years pass...
At approximately 12:23am, the music hit us. The lights flashed, the bass thumped, the synthdrone overcame us. The drugs were taking over. British superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold manned the decks, soundtracking our debauchery with pure, undiluted techno. The world spun, I felt all the blood in my body rush into my skull... things began to get blurry... my legs felt weak... my eyes bulged...
"Did you want some Oreos?!"
"Don't mind if I do." I took 12.
Hey, I recognize this-- Three Drives On A Vinyl's "Greece 2000." The symbols tapped with surreal precision, a solid bass thump, an almost psychedelic synthline. It was music you didn't care to accurately describe; your only impulse was to dance. Oh god... ether!
I couldn't even see straight... my whole body was numb. Was I floating? Fuck! I gotta call my mom. I really gotta call my mom. James, I gotta call my mom. Suddenly, it was James: "Your mom, huh? Okay, sure. You call your mom in Tokyo. You're gonna have to find your own quarter..." It was a frantic rush-- I really had to call my mom. Not that I was exactly certain of the reason why. It passed.
Ascension's "Someone" was suddenly slamming its way out of the speakers. It was like crossing Enya with Josh Wink-- it seemed somewhat holy, but insanely rhythmic... spacy... this Oakenfold guy can really mix shit together. Eugh...
I was on the floor, hallucinating madly. My eyes had dilated. Man, this isn't normal weed... oh, man... the cookies... I collapsed. Paul Van Dyk kicked me while I was down with his pummelling, futuristic, mind- blowing "Words (For Love)," easily the best song of the night so far. But hey, when you're touching God, a lot of shit sounds good.
By the time James found me, I was curled up in a corner trying desperately to keep the floor tile monster from peeling me like an orange. "Jesus Christ, kid, what the fuck did you consume?" Transa's "Enervate" spewed out beautiful, repetitive melody. Crying. That's the last time I ever do crystal meth, speed, heroin, pot, 12 cookies' worth of acid, ether, ecstacy, and cocaine in a four- hour period.
Or was that just Tranceport?
-Ryan Schreiber
― omar little, Thursday, 20 February 2025 01:27 (yesterday) link
jfc let the kingdom fall already.
also bld furiously otm:
Oakenfold is terrible. The music is the most mainstream, boring version or trance you will ever hear. His stage persona is repulsive and ridiculous. Do not waste your money. Oakenfold was last worth seeing in 1994 around the time of his classic Goa mix. He does Jesus poses, wears the headphones over his eyes and constantly thrusts his pelvis into the mixing desk/stand. It is truly one of the most offensive dj exhibitions I've ever witnessed.― brotherlovesdub, Wednesday, May 16, 2012 8:20 PM
don't wanna put it on the striking imagery thread because i've been putting too much there lately, but this recollection deserves a highlight. i like that his stage persona even back then was repulsive to observers.
flippancy: and the backstage persona? also repulsive, but very small.
Lots of Oakenfold production highlights after '94 - my perhaps-strange-but-it-needn't-be choice of highlight being Big Brother. The Perfecto Mix of Natural Blues is fantastic too but otherwise I'm less bothered about the stuff that people usually bring up from that era (I've never really got Bullet in the Gun for instance) and prefer his queasy foray into pop music from later on, to say nothing of what came before.
Never seen a full set video of his (let alone been to one) so the onstage stuff matters a lot less to me. I just think of the Ibiza opera from The Armando Iannucci Shows (OAAAKIE'S ON THE DECKS).
― you can see me from westbury white horse, Thursday, 20 February 2025 15:17 (yesterday) link