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THE TEST: THE COMPETITION:

spoken like an old hand

^strong post Alex. I would add - With that age group be really aware how much they are drinking. We all remember being kids and at that age a youth can go from seeming ok to falling onto your decks in 30 seconds flat. It is good two of you are going. You'll be able to ensure you do not leave the kit alone, and although I wouldn't normally say this: you may find the parents your best mates on the night if they are there - they will be trying to keep their house in a reasonable way and will be the true source of your payment. On the other hand you may have room full of stars who can handle themselves and no 'rents onsite. Good luck.

Russel plus 1 You other whales need to go walkabout.

LOL! and these guys:

stop being distracted young padawans. the underground will live forever.

i think the point A-trak is trying to make is clear, even if he has wrapped it up with some unneccesary disrespect. There are still clubs/ movements and DJs who keep it real, and crowds who appreciate that. This side of dance culture has a culture and history and will last as long as it does. Then there is the EDM circus/fashion trend/festival circuit. It is a hugely popular industry which now outsells the venues previously filled by anthemic rock acts. It is likely to last as long as the industry can milk it. The crowds enjoying it are mostly sheep who, when fashion changes, will follow the next thing they are told is the current lifestyle to partake in. These are two distinct and different things but in a Venn diagram there would be a small intersection between the two. This intersecting area seems to confuse some people. Nothing has changed from where I'm looking.

I guess it was only a matter of time before something really old turned up on my shuffle: Get yer funk on.

OK. Well I'm not sure which is right but if the one you tried isn't working, I would try the other one. Save what you have got so far as .tsi first. And please - discover your asio4all preferences and post a screenshot of them.

manual loops FTW.

Seen the images and unless Mitch has a better idea I have to say: My audio device is not named: "Speakers (mixtrack pro)" It is simply named: "Mixtrack Pro." I'm not sure how you ended up with that title for your audio device. So I need a little more info to help you properly... Did you use the Traktor set up wizard? Have you checked your asio4all settings? There should be an icon to access these in the bottom right of your PC desktop. If you cannot sort the problem in your Asio4all settings then take a screen shot of those and post here. In the meantime: Tip1 - after changing a setting in asio4all you may need to restart traktor for the change to be registered. Tip2 - Keep saving your settings as .tsi file using the "export" option bottom left of the preferences screen. That way you can revert if things get really messed up.

If you are a PC user a screenshot of your Asio4all settings might also be necessary.

^that was dope I think this has shuffled it's way in here before. It's come up again and I see no reason why it doesnt deserve another bash:

If you have an hour this doco is well worth a watch:

+1 and sol's on the money too.

Your still closer than I am Welcome dude ez

didnt read thread just in answer to OP:

As mitch said it really is all about the software. Historically Serato was preferred by turntablists using timecode and traktor was known for the button pressing community - BUT: as they have evolved both have become pretty similar now... one main difference is that traktor has the remix decks now (mini ableton session views if you have enough buttons to conttol them) while Serato has the SP6 sampler - (6 loop or hit players within the software) Also if you are buying a DDJ the timecode capabilities will be irrelevant to you. search youtube for traktor and serato tutorials and demos - check out all the features and decide which suits your idea of DJing best.

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fark. Looks so much fun. and where I am - officially first day of spring - it just snowed again. Fark. so jelly.

you wanna expand on this a little old bean?

yeah, could be possible, but highly unlikely as with most conspiracy theories. IMHO: people are generally too self-centered to maintain the secrecy required to make conspiracies like this work. The people who can reach the executive status to be in a position to make a conspiracy work are even more used to putting themselves first and less likely to be a true long term team-player. So even though private prisons may supply cheap labour, and even though G-rap diverted the good message of hiphop, the idea that these two developments were coordinated on purpose is highly unlikely. Elvis did shoot JFK and is now living on the moon though

Saw this posted on a pals FB. Anonymously written. Dunno what I think about it, could be there is no smoke without fire or it could be a pack of bull? "The Secret Meeting that Changed Rap Music and Destroyed a Generation" Hello, After more than 20 years, I've finally decided to tell the world what I witnessed in 1991, which I believe was one of the biggest turning point in popular music, and ultimately American society. I have struggled for a long time weighing the pros and cons of making this story public as I was reluctant to implicate the individuals who were present that day. So I've simply decided to leave out names and all the details that may risk my personal well being and that of those who were, like me, dragged into something they weren't ready for. Between the late 80's and early 90’s, I was what you may call a “decision maker” with one of the more established company in the music industry. I came from Europe in the early 80’s and quickly established myself in the business. The industry was different back then. Since technology and media weren’t accessible to people like they are today, the industry had more control over the public and had the means to influence them anyway it wanted. This may explain why in early 1991, I was invited to attend a closed door meeting with a small group of music business insiders to discuss rap music’s new direction. Little did I know that we would be asked to participate in one of the most unethical and destructive business practice I’ve ever seen. The meeting was held at a private residence on the outskirts of Los Angeles. I remember about 25 to 30 people being there, most of them familiar faces. Speaking to those I knew, we joked about the theme of the meeting as many of us did not care for rap music and failed to see the purpose of being invited to a private gathering to discuss its future. Among the attendees was a small group of unfamiliar faces who stayed to themselves and made no attempt to socialize beyond their circle. Based on their behavior and formal appearances, they didn't seem to be in our industry. Our casual chatter was interrupted when we were asked to sign a confidentiality agreement preventing us from publicly discussing the information presented during the meeting. Needless to say, this intrigued and in some cases disturbed many of us. The agreement was only a page long but very clear on the matter and consequences which stated that violating the terms would result in job termination. We asked several people what this meeting was about and the reason for such secrecy but couldn't find anyone who had answers for us. A few people refused to sign and walked out. No one stopped them. I was tempted to follow but curiosity got the best of me. A man who was part of the “unfamiliar” group collected the agreements from us. Quickly after the meeting began, one of my industry colleagues (who shall remain nameless like everyone else) thanked us for attending. He then gave the floor to a man who only introduced himself by first name and gave no further details about his personal background. I think he was the owner of the residence but it was never confirmed. He briefly praised all of us for the success we had achieved in our industry and congratulated us for being selected as part of this small group of “decision makers”. At this point I begin to feel slightly uncomfortable at the strangeness of this gathering. The subject quickly changed as the speaker went on to tell us that the respective companies we represented had invested in a very profitable industry which could become even more rewarding with our active involvement. He explained that the companies we work for had invested millions into the building of privately owned prisons and that our positions of influence in the music industry would actually impact the profitability of these investments. I remember many of us in the group immediately looking at each other in confusion. At the time, I didn’t know what a private prison was but I wasn't the only one. Sure enough, someone asked what these prisons were and what any of this had to do with us. We were told that these prisons were built by privately owned companies who received funding from the government based on the number of inmates. The more inmates, the more money the government would pay these prisons. It was also made clear to us that since these prisons are privately owned, as they become publicly traded, we’d be able to buy shares. Most of us were taken back by this. Again, a couple of people asked what this had to do with us. At this point, my industry colleague who had first opened the meeting took the floor again and answered our questions. He told us that since our employers had become silent investors in this prison business, it was now in their interest to make sure that these prisons remained filled. Our job would be to help make this happen by marketing music which promotes criminal behavior, rap being the music of choice. He assured us that this would be a great situation for us because rap music was becoming an increasingly profitable market for our companies, and as employee, we’d also be able to buy personal stocks in these prisons. Immediately, silence came over the room. You could have heard a pin drop. I remember looking around to make sure I wasn't dreaming and saw half of the people with dropped jaws. My daze was interrupted when someone shouted, “Is this a f****** joke?” At this point things became chaotic. Two of the men who were part of the “unfamiliar” group grabbed the man who shouted out and attempted to remove him from the house. A few of us, myself included, tried to intervene. One of them pulled out a gun and we all backed off. They separated us from the crowd and all four of us were escorted outside. My industry colleague who had opened the meeting earlier hurried out to meet us and reminded us that we had signed agreement and would suffer the consequences of speaking about this publicly or even with those who attended the meeting. I asked him why he was involved with something this corrupt and he replied that it was bigger than the music business and nothing we’d want to challenge without risking consequences. We all protested and as he walked back into the house I remember word for word the last thing he said, “It’s out of my hands now. Remember you signed an agreement.” He then closed the door behind him. The men rushed us to our cars and actually watched until we drove off. A million things were going through my mind as I drove away and I eventually decided to pull over and park on a side street in order to collect my thoughts. I replayed everything in my mind repeatedly and it all seemed very surreal to me. I was angry with myself for not having taken a more active role in questioning what had been presented to us. I'd like to believe the shock of it all is what suspended my better nature. After what seemed like an eternity, I was able to calm myself enough to make it home. I didn't talk or call anyone that night. The next day back at the office, I was visibly out of it but blamed it on being under the weather. No one else in my department had been invited to the meeting and I felt a sense of guilt for not being able to share what I had witnessed. I thought about contacting the 3 others who wear kicked out of the house but I didn't remember their names and thought that tracking them down would probably bring unwanted attention. I considered speaking out publicly at the risk of losing my job but I realized I’d probably be jeopardizing more than my job and I wasn't willing to risk anything happening to my family. I thought about those men with guns and wondered who they were? I had been told that this was bigger than the music business and all I could do was let my imagination run free. There were no answers and no one to talk to. I tried to do a little bit of research on private prisons but didn’t uncover anything about the music business’ involvement. However, the information I did find confirmed how dangerous this prison business really was. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Eventually, it was as if the meeting had never taken place. It all seemed surreal. I became more reclusive and stopped going to any industry events unless professionally obligated to do so. On two occasions, I found myself attending the same function as my former colleague. Both times, our eyes met but nothing more was exchanged. As the months passed, rap music had definitely changed direction. I was never a fan of it but even I could tell the difference. Rap acts that talked about politics or harmless fun were quickly fading away as gangster rap started dominating the airwaves. Only a few months had passed since the meeting but I suspect that the ideas presented that day had been successfully implemented. It was as if the order has been given to all major label executives. The music was climbing the charts and most companies when more than happy to capitalize on it. Each one was churning out their very own gangster rap acts on an assembly line. Everyone bought into it, consumers included. Violence and drug use became a central theme in most rap music. I spoke to a few of my peers in the industry to get their opinions on the new trend but was told repeatedly that it was all about supply and demand. Sadly many of them even expressed that the music reinforced their prejudice of minorities. I officially quit the music business in 1993 but my heart had already left months before. I broke ties with the majority of my peers and removed myself from this thing I had once loved. I took some time off, returned to Europe for a few years, settled out of state, and lived a “quiet” life away from the world of entertainment. As the years passed, I managed to keep my secret, fearful of sharing it with the wrong person but also a little ashamed of not having had the balls to blow the whistle. But as rap got worse, my guilt grew. Fortunately, in the late 90’s, having the internet as a resource which wasn't at my disposal in the early days made it easier for me to investigate what is now labeled the prison industrial complex. Now that I have a greater understanding of how private prisons operate, things make much more sense than they ever have. I see how the criminalization of rap music played a big part in promoting racial stereotypes and misguided so many impressionable young minds into adopting these glorified criminal behaviors which often lead to incarceration. Twenty years of guilt is a heavy load to carry but the least I can do now is to share my story, hoping that fans of rap music realize how they’ve been used for the past 2 decades. Although I plan on remaining anonymous for obvious reasons, my goal now is to get this information out to as many people as possible. Please help me spread the word. Hopefully, others who attended the meeting back in 1991 will be inspired by this and tell their own stories. Most importantly, if only one life has been touched by my story, I pray it makes the weight of my guilt a little more tolerable. Thank you

LOL you Whale.