May 05, 2005

Darling buds of May

What I love about going to events is not just the music, but the interesting chats I end up getting involved in.

Last night's Technicality provided more than just another baad set from man like Bailey but also an education in resonance. According to Ben Kei (doa), a certain part of the female anatomy resonates at a certain frequency (around 33Hz according to this website). An ex tutor of his dedicated a lot of his time to exploring the results of this frequency with his girlfriend and was known to play it during his lectures. I've gotta admit this little bite of info had me in stitches so props to Mr Kei for the giggle. Further still, I was chatting to Breakage about it who said that it's actually quite a well known theory amongst sound boys although the exact frequency is debatable. However, if the optimal frequency of this part of a woman's anatomy is indeed 33hz, it would explain why a lot of the ladies he knows particularly like his dubby tunes. So don't expect a conversation with any of the girls next time you hear So Vain, Ask Me, Rise or Long Time being dropped on a proper sound system.

Jokes aside, Technicality was wicked on all levels last night despite the crowd being slightly down in numbers. Bailey and his bag of tricks somehow managed to bring some much needed clarity to the system after a nicely selected (good to hear Future Unknown by Krust!!) but muddy sounding D-Bridge set. The last 20 minutes of Bailey's set was particularly stormin- a Breakage (and SP) beat so fresh that the CD had never been played before and skipped cos it hadn't been tested for scratches or dust. Rare to hear a Bailey set go tits up- but you can't blame him and in fact, it could have been a sneaky way for Breakage to get his tune rewound.

Shouts to Lab Creation's MC Blackeye who finally his first proper warm welcome at Technicality after a stint with Skopes at last months event. It was a warm voice, and one that was obviously feeling the vibe which seemed to collect in right hand corner of the DJ booth amongst the suicidal beer bottles. Also shouts to the couple of Fame-esque ravers on the dancefloor who took up enough space to have the rest of us think the place was packed, and whilst they were there, flexed one or two poses that I couldnt resist snapping.

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