Found this in my notes for Rokuban, the rewrite of which I've been laboring over for the past year. Almost done, thank God. Time to move on to other works.*
Dé Dale would still call me up every now and again to tell me that there was a good party going on here, or that a famous DJ was performing there, but my heart wasn’t into it anymore. I had spent years with him going to the clubs and to what end? I hardly ever met women I was interested in, and I couldn’t for the life of me get what it was the DJs were doing?
“They’re just spinnin’ vinyl right?”
“It’s more than that,” dé Dale would try to explain. “They read the crowd; they control the mood.”
“Yeah, but in the end all they’re doing is putting LPs on a turntable, right? It’s not as if they’re making the music themselves? They’re just nerdy guys with massive record collections.”
“Some of them are musicians, too,” he replied.
“So what you’re telling me is that most of these guys are not musicians. They’re just guys playing other musician’s records. I don’t get it. Look, I’m feeling tired. I’m going home.”
“Oh, don’t be such an old man.”
“I am an old man and I’m outta here.”
“Let’s go out for drinks later in the week.”
“Fine, see you then.”
*The present version of Rokuban will no longer be available at the end of this year. A new version, the eighth draft, will be available for download in the new year. Selected chapters will be posted at that time.