TURRIBEACH Blog v32.0

Video Edited by Luis.

Un borracho entra a un bar y le pide al mozo que le sirva tres cafés. “¿Tres cafés?”, le pregunta el mozo.
- Si, uno para mí, otro para vos y otro para tu puta madre!

Al día siguiente, el mismo borracho entra, y le pide al mismo mozo: “Tres cafés…”
- ¿Tres?…
- Si, tres… uno para mí, otro para vos y otro para tu puta madre!
El mozo no se puede aguantar, salta al otro lado de la barra y le da una reverenda paliza.

Al día siguiente, todo hecho mierda, vuelve el borracho. El mozo lo recibe con ironía y le dice: ¿Tres cafés?….
- No, responde el lesionado borracho, sólo dos, uno para mí y otro para tu puta madre, para vos no porque el café te pone nervioso!

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”

She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”

To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you.
Tray-up, Bitch.”

The Nanny State and its impact on society:

“Don’t they yearn to go off to the woods, to climb trees and get muddy? No, they tell me. The woods are scary. Climbing trees is dangerous. Muddy clothes get you in trouble.”

“In Britain, there are now half as many children killed every year in road accidents as there were in 1922 - despite a more than 25-fold increase in traffic.”

“In 1970, 80% of primary school-age children made the journey from home to school on their own. It was what you did. Today the figure is under 9%. Escorting children is now the norm - often in the back of a 4×4.”

“They are likely to be risk averse, stifled by fears which are more phobic than real.”

“The UK ranks at the bottom for peer relationships in international tables.”

Source:
Analysis: Rearing children in captivity
Young ‘not allowed out to play’

What a night! It all started around 7:30pm. Luis was doing his house warming party and we were all invited. While I was upgrading Luis’ computer with an extra sound card, Pablo was burning himself at the barbecue. Some small technical issues delayed the start of the DJ Turribeach session but luckily at around 9pm the music started to sound between us. What a session! We started with some Alternative songs and moved quickly to some Classic Rock and some Pop. We then switched to the beautiful ’80s hits, so much to listen there. Steve asked for some Reggae so Reggae it was for few songs. Difficult to move away from Reggae without changing too much the rhythm so better to do it swiftly and Latino music was the choice. The Colombian girls showed some moves although they quickly fell back to the sofas. DJ Turribeach tried to bring them back with some Rock & Roll but not even the King himself (Elvis Presley) couldn’t do it. That was the call the night was about “kick off”. The usual suspects started to leave the party while some Dance and Electronic tunes were showing the way to the exit door. At about 1am all the muppets had left the party and the hard-core true music lovers were ready for the ultimate music session. DJ Ryan joined and brought some great tracks and things finally started. House, Dirty House and Trance filled the room, filled our souls and at last the music, the DJs and the dancers were united in one entity, one soul. Too bad for those who didn’t have enough energy or wisdom to reach this heaven with us. And we kept going till 4am, some went in and out, for a smoke, to reload their alcohol buckets or to unload their golden holy water. The Spanish girls found comfort in the sofas, too bad I thought they were going to join us. But DJ Turribeach kept going. And some kept going with him, Luis, Dill, Diego, Robe among others kept the dance floor awake despite everyone keeping a clean sheet for the night. But like that old saying “everything that goes up eventually has to come down” and eventually the dance floor was left empty. But there was more to have and DJ Turribeach kept rolling them one after another one. The party was finished, the dance floor empty and the sun rose to show the party aftermath. DJ’ing for 7 hs for my friends brings a lot of satisfaction. But when everyone is gone a special moment came. It’s was the time for DJ Turribeach vs DJ Turribeach. The time where every DJ proves himself, where you take anything that you have inside and show it to yourself. Can you DJ for yourself? Can you find energy after 7hs of DJ’ing to DJ for yourself? Can you find that recursive connection, retro feed it to reach a sort of “climax”? If you can then you are a true DJ, no matter what you do for a living or what anyone else says…

Thanks to Luis, DJ Ryan, Dill, Diego, Robe for being yourselves and party’ing long. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed the music.

DJ Turribeach

PS: Some of the pics I took on the party. I will upload all of them later…

The Barbecue starts…

DJ Ryan and Luis

DJ Turribeach get’s started.

Some Colombian fans get a picture with the DJ

Steve & Juliana, Mr and Mrs photogenic couple!

No Gustav, you can’t take her home…

The party is at it’s climax!

The party is at it’s climax II!

The party is at it’s climax III!

The party is at it’s climax IV!

DJ Turribeach

The console, using Virtual DJ.

6am, everyone gone, DJ Turribeach keeps going!

Party aftermath…

I was feeling a bit lonely so I decided life would be more fun if I had a pet. So, I went to the pet shop and told the owner that I wanted to buy an unusual pet. After some discussion, I finally bought a Centipede which came in a little white box to use for his house. I took the box back home, found a good location for it, and decided I would start off by taking my new pet to the pub to have a drink. So, I asked the centipede in the box:
- “Would you like to go down to The Queen’s Head Pub with me and have a beer?” But there was no answer. This bothered me a bit, but I waited a few minutes and then asked him again:
- “How about going to the pub for a drink?” But again, there was no answer from my new friend and pet. So, I waited a few minutes more, thinking about the situation. I decided to ask him one more time; this time putting my face up against the centipede’s house and shouting:
- “Hey, you in there! Would you like to go to The pub and have a drink with me?” A little voice came out of the box:
- “I heard you the first time! I’m putting my bloody shoes on.”

Fuck the MPAA. Fuck the RIAA. Fuck DRM. Fuck the Corporations. Fuck HD-DVD. Fuck Blue Ray. Fuck the fucking fuckers. And fuck you too!

Se parece al de Maradona de México ‘86?

Quizás en la Argentina deberían usar esta vieja ley que dice que los idiotas no pueden postularse a elecciones…