Simply put, Tiesto is noise!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rqZ5SisGsc

One for me to avoid I think! :diablo:

Paul

Nah, Grunge and other attempts at Metal are noise.
As for that clip, Traffic is from his 2004 album “Just Be”. There are some excellent tracks on that album, Traffic not being the best IMHO.

There used to be a relatively posh shop in Nottingham called Alders.
Mother in law telephones me from the Managers office.
“Darling, (She had her posh voice on, slightly raised, so I knew she was showing off to an audience), “I’m in the Managers office at Alders darling, he can’t find the stock record of the mirror you bought me, the one I want to exchange…the manager here has been ever so kind and let me use his telephone”.

“Aldi” I said.
(Still as loud) “Oh, Aldi, darling……oh”.

I could almost see the manager biting his finger trying not to laugh.

I was in the bus station underneath the Arndale centre in Manchester. About 1976 this was.
I saw a man lying on the floor convulsing, clearly having some sort of attack, possibly heart attack.
Buses had only just been fitted with a 2-way radio, my quick thinking took over and I ran onto a bus that was just pulling out, asked driver to ring for an Ambulance. He did so, he left with his bus and pax.
I then went over to the man. As I was getting close, he stood up and brushed dirt off his clothes!!! What he had been doing was lying on the floor with his arm down a small flap, trying to turn the water off!!!!
At this point, a Police car arrived on the scene and the officers ran over with their 1st aid kit. I explained, with a red face that could have cooked steak.
Again, very proffesional “Better safe than sorry” etc.

I parked my car in the massive car park at Blackpool, ready for a weekend on the lash.
As I was walking away, the alarm went off. No amount of playing with the fob or opening/shutting the door would work. The car started, but I wan’t going to drive it because the Police in Blackpool are to the right of Nazi’s when it comes to such matters. So, I phoned the AA.
Van came 45 mins later (By which time I’d had a pint or two).
AA man did all the same messing as me, then decided the best way was to disconnect it. Opened the bonnet. It was then that we both realised that it was in fact the car FACING mine which was going off, it’s headlights aligned with mine which made mine look like they were flashing.
He was very proffesional about it, but I can imagine the names I was called!

Walking the foothills in Austria with a very nice lady, the lust overcame us. In the middle of nowhere on a hill near a tree, we ripped each others kit off and got down to it. As it was lust/passion driven, it only lasted 10 mins and we lay there naked, looking at the sky. Which was interrupted by a MASSIVE cable car passing above us, with a lot of people waving…some taking pictures. Another car passed after 1 minute!!!!!!!! lots of ppl must have seen it LoL.

As children of perhaps 11/12, we found a cupboard full of 0.22 bullets. Real ones. (Imagine the outcry now!) Left over by mistake when the Army cadets moved hut from the nisan(sp) type to some new fangled purpose built centre. So, we got some pliers and pulled all the projectiles off and poured the pile to make a genie. We then dared each other to light it.
In the end, we compromised and laid a trail (John Wayne style) of black powder to the edge of the upturned desk we were hiding behind. Mr XXX lit it. We expected a 30 second fuse, like the movies. We got a bang that made the horizon move. The trail and the pile (About a pound…1/2 kilo) all went off at once! I swear the hut breathed out and expanded. There was only one window left in this hut before we moved it, and that window is probably still in orbit. We all looked like we hadn’t shaved for a week, black bits stuck all over our face.

Another time we made the weed-killer bombs out of a bike frame/weed killer / sugar. We got one going and placed it in a tree stump that was felled in lieu of the shopping centre. Another bang which wobbled the horizon. The RAF got the blame for sonic booming!! LoL, they denied it of course. A piece of the pipe plus soil/wood from the stump (And I guess the soil/wood had carbonised into the steel) landed several hundred yards away. It wasn’t found until a week later by our science teacher at school. He proudly presented it at Assembly as a piece of meteorite.

The railway fog signal detonators was just making a lot of bangs by dropping large rocks on them from the top of a 16 feet wall. A wall which you had to cylce on the top of to be good enough to play with us. (It did have a 2foot wide flat top, but it was easily 200 yards long, with a 90deg corner)

Some years ago I lived in a rented terrace house in the come-as-you-are side of Preston.
I had a stunner of a lass coming round this particular Friday night so I decided to set the mood. Prepared a dinner, even a pudding! and gave the place a bit of a clean. I’d had a couple of pints of Vodka and Orange, as was the norm for a Friday night.
I decided to set the mood in the bedroom by lighting several of those church candles in the old fireplace upstairs. I lit about 5 of them, put them on a tray and carried them upstairs. Tripped and dropped the lot. Candle wax all over the stair carpet….the landlords stair carpet. I put the candles in the bedroom harth, lit them again and set about getting the wax off the carpet.
I scraped a few lumps off with a nice rounded spreading knife, then realised this would go so much better if the knife was hot. So, lit a ring on the cooker, heated knife and went to stairs (In old terraced houses, the stairs often went up from the large “Back kitchen”). This was working…..but the further up the stairs I got, the further from the gas cooker….the knife was getting too cool by the time I got there. So, enter the Propane blowlamp.
Lit that, sat on the stairs and heated the knife…all was working a treat.
I then realised this would go so much better if I applied the heat to the carpet and simply scraped it off. Globule 1, perfect. Globule 2…the whole feckin stairway went WOOOOOOMF! Ahaaa! This was the dust explosion I’d once read about!! The shock of it made me drop the blowlamp, which presently bounced into the kitchen and burn’t the lino, luckily it soon went out but there was a melty pattern added. Then I noticed that as I was putting the blowlamp down between scrapes the heat had scorched the wallpaper in about 4 places.
The dust explosion hadn’t done much more damage, just a few singes which smelt like burnt dog.
I went upstairs to find that the combined heat of the candles was enough to smoulder the dried lavender twig things that were next to the fire hole in the harth. What a feckin stink burnt lavender is….but not as bad as burnt carpet and smouldered lino.
Lass comes round, her first words were “Should I have gone to the chippy?”.
I married her a few months later.