** Props open front door and walks in with an air of change. I make a mental assessment of the room and it's layout and proclaim **
There! ** and points to the far corner **
The DJ booth will go there.
** Walks outside and whistles loudly. A few minutes later 4 guys wearing jeans and wife-beater T's stroll in with wood and construction materials. I don my own Black Hardhat with a red-apple U2 insignia, ready to get to work **
Ok boys, here is what I'm looking for ** Spreads blueprints on the bar, and begins to point excitedly at the different aspects of the DJ Pit **
I hope the girls don't come in while we're under construction, I wouldn't want these hunky men to get distracted by our U2 babes.
** Directs traffic for the linebacker sized workmen until the new DJ pit is finished **
Hey, don't forget the mirror-ball. This place wouldn't be complete without one of those! ** Flashes back to the last mirror-ball in the Octagon and what happened to it **
http://www.faulguy.com/Interference/Jungle.htm (Check out 2nd link)
** Inspects the new pit and points out various additions **
With all this digital music going around, we absolutely needed a killer computer backending this process. I was able to *ahem* borrow
some stuff from work. OK, let's start with the dual processor RX2600 using the Itanium chip, running Windows server 2003. But what we really need is storage!
So, I've arranged for a Disc Tower with 14 72GB drives. That's about a Terrabyte of storage. That should keep us dancing for a good many years.
I'm still working on the iPod, iTunes interface, but we'll work it out.
I'll feed that all into our stereo system right here, and we should be able to answer any and all requests. I've had them include a few turntables just in case we actually have someone who can mix.
Hey Guys! Thanks for your help, I need one last thing from you. Haul that out of here!!! ** Points at the Jukebox and then gives it the thumb **
It's been replaced by a touchscreen that you can use when the DJ isn't home.
And let us not forget the speakers
** Walks behind the dj booth and grabs the remote. Walks up to one of the new bass bottom speakers, puts on Vertigo and turns it up loud Captain**
** As the volume increases, my clothes begin to flutter like the guy in the memorex commercial and as Bono's voice reaches a crescendo and he sings "You give me something I can feeeel, Feee-eel!" my clothes break free of body and fly toward the fireplace. **
** I'm left standing there with the remote and the hardhat which was tightly secured
**
Oh s
t, ** hurriedly scoots over to the couch and grabs the blanket that Merc used yesterday to stay warm and modest **
Glad no one saw that.
I better turn this down. This could be a powerful weapon in the future
Hey Tara come over here, I've got something to show you. Stand right about here...
You're... only wearing a blanket-sarong...! 
**
Tim
You just can't account for taste 
Razorlight - Golden touch. I'm still absorbing all of the music that I bought last week. This place is great for that. 
