Radio Zero: To Spin or Not to Spin


To spin or not to spin– that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous measures,
Or to take arms against a sea of Top 40
And, by opposing, end them. To scratch, to filter
No more – and by a filter to say we end
This track and the thousand natural beats
That dance is heir to – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To dance, to fall
To roll, perchance to peak. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that roll of bliss what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this trance interlude,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long song.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of beat timing,
Th’ oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of unoriginal trance, the breakbeats's delay,
The insolence of house, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy tracks,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare table? Who would electro artists bear,
To grunt and sweat under a slower BPM,
But that the dread of something after closing,
The undiscovered afterparty from whose bourn
No traveler returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those sex objects we have
Picked up, than fly to others that we know not of?

Midnight (EST)