Last Rights
Jun. 26th, 2001 08:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jchrisobrienI'm in morning for the Death of Fuse.
Fuse was the front room at ManRay. Fuse was a industrial/EBM/techno night spun by an old co-worker and acquaintance of mine. Fuse was a 4 hour long collage of minimalist noise, guns/tanks/explosions, slick new synthpop, and ragged oldies that still get your blood racing and fist pumping. Fuse pandered to techno and phat pants, while nodding appreciativly at Skinny Puppy and Front 242. Fuse introduce me to Funker Vogt, Assemblage 23, Cenobita, Das Ich, Decoded Feedback, EON Project, ECraft, Evil's Toy, Flesh Field, Fluke, Haujobb, unreleased Manufacture, Negative Format, Din_Fiv, Pulse Legion, Velvet Acid Christ, Sielwof, and VNV Nation.
Fuse is now defuct. Terminated. Crashed. Dead.
The management has kicked DJ Fenris out. The official reason is that he asked him to turn down the music too many times. Who knows what the real reason is; money, personal grudge, whatever. The end result is the same.
Why does this piss me off so much? It's not that I'm a slave to ManRay, that I must go out every night to be cool or any of that shit. It's because I love to dance. I love to hear new music when I go clubbing, instead of the same old shit over and over and OVER again. DJ Chris is stuck in a rut, has been for all the years I've lived up here. The past DJ's in the front have left me cold, either by playing the same shit as Chris, or playing music I hated. DJ Fenris played the music I knew and liked, and the music he knew I would like, even though I hadn't heard it yet. He was my digital prophet, my pusher of all things dark and stompy.
I've heard other DJ's, there are a number who spin very well and deserve to spin more often. Perhaps in time they will get that chance, and they can tune me in. Perhaps something else will come along and play new music. All things change in time, nothing is eternal, blah blah blah.
I'm sorry to see Fenris go. I'm angry that Fuse is gone. But I remember the nights of dancing deleriously, dancing til I couldn't see. I listen to the music that Fuse introduced me to. And I hope that something equally good comes along to fill the void.
Thanks for everything, Brad.
Fuse was the front room at ManRay. Fuse was a industrial/EBM/techno night spun by an old co-worker and acquaintance of mine. Fuse was a 4 hour long collage of minimalist noise, guns/tanks/explosions, slick new synthpop, and ragged oldies that still get your blood racing and fist pumping. Fuse pandered to techno and phat pants, while nodding appreciativly at Skinny Puppy and Front 242. Fuse introduce me to Funker Vogt, Assemblage 23, Cenobita, Das Ich, Decoded Feedback, EON Project, ECraft, Evil's Toy, Flesh Field, Fluke, Haujobb, unreleased Manufacture, Negative Format, Din_Fiv, Pulse Legion, Velvet Acid Christ, Sielwof, and VNV Nation.
Fuse is now defuct. Terminated. Crashed. Dead.
The management has kicked DJ Fenris out. The official reason is that he asked him to turn down the music too many times. Who knows what the real reason is; money, personal grudge, whatever. The end result is the same.
Why does this piss me off so much? It's not that I'm a slave to ManRay, that I must go out every night to be cool or any of that shit. It's because I love to dance. I love to hear new music when I go clubbing, instead of the same old shit over and over and OVER again. DJ Chris is stuck in a rut, has been for all the years I've lived up here. The past DJ's in the front have left me cold, either by playing the same shit as Chris, or playing music I hated. DJ Fenris played the music I knew and liked, and the music he knew I would like, even though I hadn't heard it yet. He was my digital prophet, my pusher of all things dark and stompy.
I've heard other DJ's, there are a number who spin very well and deserve to spin more often. Perhaps in time they will get that chance, and they can tune me in. Perhaps something else will come along and play new music. All things change in time, nothing is eternal, blah blah blah.
I'm sorry to see Fenris go. I'm angry that Fuse is gone. But I remember the nights of dancing deleriously, dancing til I couldn't see. I listen to the music that Fuse introduced me to. And I hope that something equally good comes along to fill the void.
Thanks for everything, Brad.
