Τι πραγματικά συνέβη στο πάρτυ..

... απο την οπτική πλευρά του Άγγλου Dj Harold Heath

Τίτλος: The Meaning of "Mooja"
A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to get flown over to Athens by the lovely folks at ViaSound (hi guys!) for a gig at a club called One Happy Cloud. I was met at the Airport by the lovely Lee and (not so lovely but still cool :o) Yanni who promptly drove us to the hotel - (very cool hotel, the shower was top notch so all that you've heard about Greek plumbing is clearly untrue) and dropped off our stuff and then we were whisked off to the gig.

However, on the way, we found out that the club had "technical difficulties" and wouldn't be open this evening. So there were handwritten signs over the front of the club saying that I was playing at a bar around the corner. This new venue had apparently been found by owner of the original club but there was still a problem - the guy who was DJing there didn't want me to play. Eventually he let me on the decks and I had maybe half an hour before he kicked me off again! Understandably, the wonderful folks from ViaSound were a bit pissed off at this - they'd gone to the effort of organizing and promoting the gig, getting all their mates to come along, they'd flown me over from Brighton, booked me into a hotel, printed up the posters, been myspacing like crazy for the last couple of weeks only to have the whole thing fall apart with hours to go before the gig. Annoying, to say the least. But if they thought they were pissed off then, the curse of Harold Heath was about to make things much worse...

We came out of the club, all fired up and militant because my wife (who had come with me to the gig, we had decided to make a long weekend out of it) had had a vodka or two and had riled everyone up about the terrible injustice of me getting kicked off the decks. She'd managed to get a sizeable proportion of the club to come with us - we were planning to drink perhaps one or two more vodkas then head back to Andreas' house to play tunes and party etc. But we were just crossing the road outside the club when one of the promoters had her bag stolen by some crazy-motor-bike-riding-shaven-headed-thug-thief. A scream, the roar of an engine and then he was gone. Bad news. But it gets worse. Even as this happened, Andreas' credit card was being cloned and he found out an hour or two later that someone had booked several flights to Dubai with his card! The curse was upon us! We had another drink and, feeling somewhat subdued, decided to call it a night...

The next couple of days went by in a whirl of hospitality and tequila - we had a fantastic time, despite the gig not working out and it just goes to show that the spirit of acid house is still fighting fit, in Athens at least.
So, I learnt two things this weekend. Firstly, Andreas, Lee, Yanni & Irene from ViaSound kickass! If you want to be treated like a king, have a fantastic time, get driven up the mountain to see Athens in all its glory from 1500 feet and have some of the finest Greek fast food ever (oh the Grill Academy, how I miss you already) , then hook up with the ViaSound Crew :o)
Second, I learnt a new word - Mooja! It's the curse - it's "I throw sh*t in your face"! It's all that anybody could say by the end of the night and became our Mantra for the weekend. If everything seems to be against you, if it's all going crazy, then it's "Mooja" - watch out for the curse...!

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