Ola. Como esta? This is a long delayed, ok not that long, but delayed nonetheless, and not for reasons of quality regarding that which is being reviewed, but, yadda yadda yadda, jurk storr, etcetera acres, demoninationally neutral review of that movie known as put the needle on the record, directed by he whose name is Jason Rem.
Anyhoo, I showed up at the movie screening and was ushered in vip treatment stylee to check the hizzle. This movie was, uh, how do you say? Entertaining. I found it highly thereof. And I'm not just saying that cuz I've had a few crown & cokes tonite.
Be that as it may, this is basically a movie about this gigantorific dance music dillio for lack of a better word that they have annually in Miami. Florida. Yes, I know, you might have been thinking Miami, Texas. Whatever. Uh, so yah, so, uh, here they are in florida, and there's like, every dj that ever slang a beat, or at least the ones that matter, well, I shouldn't put it like that, all the hardcore dance dj's, I mean, house, techno, breakbeat, trance, you know of what I speak, I mean, dj jazzy jeff wasn't in attendance, it wasn't that kind of party, dr. dre was NOT on the ones and twos, keith turbo wasn't spitting bars over some kind of beatboxing metaphor.
Well then, I've gone too indepth without saying anything, which seems to be an ongoing problem within myself. I'll deal with it, really, it's cool, no need to call in the action line or the force five seven teen intervention force.
Now please let me get back to what I was talking about. This was a documentary about this huge dance music, ie techno etcetera, festival in Miami a year or two back in which there were a veritable busload of hot bottoms shaking & pontificating in the physical sense while moving back and forth to immense beats. It followed around various dj's and promoters and etcetera type folks and like interviewed a whole bunch of very influential dj's, one of whom, Christopher Lawrence, I actually had the pleasure of seeing spin at various quite small underground venues in los angeles in the mid 90's during my hardcore "raver" days (do they even use that term anymore?) yes, that was me tripping ex and humping the speaker. Be that as it may, try proving it in any court of law. Aloha.
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