the ipod dj thingy arrives.

it wss inevitable i suppose. i cant tell if this is a sign of the apocalypse or if its a welcome evolution to the disk jockey. my friend told me, when he saw it, -i dont know weather its cool or gay, i guess its somewhere in the middle. its gool.

i can agree with that, i guess. i couldnt imagine searching for the next "record" to play in that thing. but i do know i could pack for a world wide fuckin tour in just my backpack, which would leave mad room for astrglide and packs of bacon. i dont know how much it runs, but its prolly to pricey for my blood. shit, im still rocking the two 12oo's i got in '96'.

two turntables and a microphone its not.