Monday, 23 February 2009

DJs are silent




















I do not know him. I only know his name is Ben Huang. He's a DJ, and he's a good one. And we have met in a restaurant before. That's it. I do not care more about what he's done in the past to have become kind of the best DJ in China's DJ history, I only know that he was sitting there and that his name is Ben Huang. Sometimes you just don't realize how surprising one person would become another under certain circumstances, but as to DJs, I guess I would put them under a catagory "truely friendly people who love to play cool".

So there he was, sitting there with a beer, freezing; or a beer sitting in his hand with Ben Huang. I was a bit confused, at this time of the night, on a Wed. night, that I normally would be staying in bed moaning over my miseries to my low ceiling; however, I was in a bar. Visions gradually became stired up, looking at people, they could be some creatures with horns and beer in their hands, and they looked they've been enjoying themselves. That's good, they are creatures of the night, and tonight I became one of them.

So there he was, Ben Huang, sitting by the bar with a bottled beer. So I went up and said hi, smiling, friendly as always. As a matter of fact, I was going to talk to a DJ and I should just took the advantage, we started a rather brief and strange converstation.

Weij: So what do you think have made you become a DJ?

Ben: It is fun.

Weij: I heard you are a pineer DJ in China, why don't you also play at somewhere else?

Ben: I'll go play anywhere for money.

Weij is shocked: Oh...

Ben: I'd play at Muse, I'd play at G Plus, if they pay'd me, I'd go anywhere.

Weij: Wooh...How old are you?

Ben: 36

Weij: ...You are so honest...

Ben Huang kind of went away...After a while he came back to this corner...I started to have cold sweat...

Weij: ...Bored?...

Ben: Yeah.

Converstation was over...It was no surprise though, it lived up to my expectation - DJs are truely friendly people who love to play cool. Having this conclusion I went home, as holding a treasure that only I knew where it was at, only that I would never want to go back and look for it again.

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