Friday, February 29, 2008

Top of the news...



In case you've been living under a rock or can't be arsed with current affairs... a suspected terrorist WITH A LIMP, escapes MIRACULOUSLY from police custody. Spare you the details. Go GOOGLE it or something.

All the neccessary "measures" have been taken to hunt him down... all except one... TOMMY LEE JONES!



Am I that hard to understand?

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Some people are just fucking assholes!!!

To the same motherfucking just-turned-19 asshole...


Who the fuck do you think you fucking are by coming up into the DJ booth and mess around with the gears? And after confronting you, what the fuck did you say? Your mother paid $4000 for drinks and that gives you the right to own the club? Fuck you understand! For $4000, you only get the goddamn carpet of the club. Last I check, you don't fucking pay my monthly salary. My own bosses treat me with decency. Fuck! Even my junior staff give me some ounce of respect. And what's this thing about offering me $20 to change the music? Do I look like I fucking prostitute to you? Fuck you, you fucking twat! I'm paid $20 per hour just to fucking laze at home and sleep! You can't afford my DJ fees with the pathetic allowance your parents give you! Do I fucking look like a fucking jukebox to you? If you want R&B, there are clubs that play R&B. Go THERE you stupid dick! Thanks for insulting me, you bloody fucking clueless moron! I hope you fucking DIE with your nose broken in 500 pieces!

I don't care about the repercussions that is going to come after this post. I'm generally a nice guy but if you disrespect me as a HUMAN BEING... that's fucking IT! Don't fucking let me see you ever again... I won't be that nice. You can trust me on that. Customer rights has it's limits. Don't fucking try to be funny! If you can't hold your alcohol, please go back to your fucking mother's breast milk! If you can't behave yourself and treat people with common respect, then fucking DIE!

On that note, can we fucking make the DJ booth less accessible and OUT OF REACH from people? All these fucking dicks are getting on my fucking nerves!

Fucking pissed off BIG TIME! Fuck fuck fuck!!!! And FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Objective of the week...

I'm spending the week GOOGLING and learning to make an ENHANCED / INTERACTIVE podcast. Those with iTunes and iPods will know what I mean. Stay tune.

Moral of the above?

There's no excuse in saying "I don't know much about this and that". Google and learn. And don't say you don't have the time and rah-rah-rah. It's really a matter of dedication and effort. Later, Google beckons...

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

What it really means is...

YAWN

Yukun Annihilates Whatever Necessary

Gay League?

Strange email from one of you "fellas"...

Q : Yukun, are you pro-Gay?

A : No, I'm not pro-Gay. Or Amateur Gay. You mean they have a league too? Gee whiz, what will they think of next? In all seriousness, I've nothing against anyone's sexual preference, as long as it does not include the exploitation of children. And personally, I think an asshole (garbage disposal unit) is best avoided at all cost. Nothing beats a moist and slippery... "oyster"

Monday, February 25, 2008

Boar...

Ever had the feeling that the week's going to be...



Funniest pix that was sent to me over the weekend



My Engrish this Monday afternoon is not so good. Out of sync mentally. Will spare everyone the agony of trying to comprehend what I post. So stop trying to read between the lines today or trying to conclude that I'm bitching about you. Nothing there! Really! Hope all of you have a nice ineffectual week too!

*mega-yawnage*

Sunday, February 24, 2008

One more idiot emerges!


It remains a concrete fact that MAJORITY of the people around are FUCKING STUPID! Either they are born stupid, or they ate a stupid pill or something. Those that beg to differ, as far as I'm concern... are stupid as well.

Hands down winner this week has got to be this fucking stupid Eminen-wanna-be mofo... comes up to me and speaks in a pathetic gangsta-like slang :

"Yo man, I ain't feeling the music, play some ghetto music NOW and lets get ill!"



Firstly, Mr. Vanilla Ice... who the fuck are you to order me around. Secondly, you're bloody white... what the fuck you know about the GHETTO and the true Hip Hop culture. And what the hell is with the lingo?


Thirdly, you want to get "ill"? Then go jump naked into the Singapore River or something. No one comes to a club to get ILL. You want? I get you some bird flu virus. Act your bloody skin colour! Poseur!

I replied, lowering myself to his IQ level and as nice as I could, "Sorry dawg, I ain't no black and I ain't got no ghetto tunes!" (note the bad English)

"Fuck you, man. What you mean you don't have any? What about R&B?"

Note that R&B is not GHETTO music. Oh... and FUCK YOU RIGHT BACK!

"I don't play R&B and this is not a R&B club."

"What the mother fuck do you mean? What about Soulja Boy?"

"Soul who?"

"What the fuck? You mean you never heard of Soulja Boy?"

"Sorry, is it some R&B tune?"


"Fuck you, man... no it's not! It's Crunk!"

WHAT THE FUCK IS CRUNK? The sound of this stupid rude motherfucker's skull hitting the floor after having too many drinks? For the sake of everyone, this is the song that the numb-nut was asking for. In all seriousness, it's music made for fucking retards! Really. It's not even music in the first place. It's like the Afro-American version of "Achy Breaky Heart". And I seriously doubt it that the poverty-striken ghetto would be in any mood to dance like a fucking spastic penguin.


I told you in the first para. We're REALLY surrounded by idiots, morons and stupid people! And no thanks to them, they effortlessly always manage to ruin our day(s) just by being their retarded selfs. Some things never change but I seriously would like to invest in a few rolls of barbed-wire and coil it around the DJ booth to prevent such fucking twats from irritating the hell out of me.

By the way, if the above character happens to read this and wishes to sue me, I can be reached at... 1800-UR-A-DUMB-FUG.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Updates This Week


Tuborg presents DAZED OUT

"Euphoric Trance... a night of sight, sound & senses!"
feat. DJs Yukun + Fred E
Saturday 1st March
Doors open 10pm till late

eM Studio's monthly trance excursion is back again with Fred E and Yukun helming the controls with their quality selection of progressive / trance. If the past parties are anything to go by, this is going to be yet another memorable night out!

* LIMITED COPIES OF YUKUN'S DAZED OUT (EDITION 6) PROMOTIONAL MIX CD WILL BE GIVEN OUT RANDOMLY THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT'S PROCEEDINGS


$15 first drink door charge

Drink promos :

* 1-for-1 on all housepouring spirits by the jugs from 10 - 12 midnite
* Tuborg bucket of 6 bottles @ $45

For table reservations, please email Adrian

VERY LIMITED guestlist, please email your (full) name + friends to Yukun
no later than 29th Feb (Friday).



WEBSITES : Dazed Out Facebook Group / Event Page / eM Studio


For your regular Trance fix... check out :



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Show #94
27th February (Wednesday) 2008
9 pm, Lush 99.5 FM

01. SUTRO – Undying
02. FLAM – Moonsoon
03. CINEREX – Shine (Gerd “Wide” Remix)
04. NAOMI feat. SELDA KAYA – Curious
05. AT HOME PROJECT – Summertime (Dub)
06. UNITED PEACE VOICES – Tara Prayer
07. HAWKE Let it Go (Steve Astronaut Remix)
08. MS JOHN SODA – Solid Ground
09. THE BLACK MIGHTY ORCHESTRA – Ocean Beach (Cybophania Cinematic Remix)
10. BABY MAMMOTH – And I’ll See You
11. BARRIO JAZZ GANG - Linda Cancao
12. LA TAVERNE DU LAC – Magic Single Barrel (Mo’ Horizons Restyle)


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Screw the Melbourne Shuffle...



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For those with a wider taste and bigger adventure in music, do check out this new DJ mix podcast that just emerged. We're giving our support based on their "anything" good music policy. Oh... Clash The Disko Kids are onboard too... nice! Click on below picture...

Spare me your narrow-mindedness!



I know I don't possess a diploma, a degree or some fanciful piece of qualification... but in all honesty, so bloody what? No amount of money can buy what I've learned and experienced through the many years of WORKING THE GROUND. I don't claim to be guru either but I'd put my money where my mouth is when it comes to issues regarding club / electronic music marketing. For one, I'm extremely keen on EVER-CHANGING market trends and the various EVOLVING media platforms. At least I've bothered to research into the many impact(s) each particular medium has.

Some people question my PROFESSIONALISM. Well... I'll like to take a 5-year-plus club night institution (Progressions) that I co-created / marketed... and bitch slap whoever back into the rock they were originally residing under! I've been in the line for well over 10 years. I'd like to remind everyone that YUKUN IS NOT JUST A DJ. Don't let your own self-centred perspectives blind the truth... and stop kidding yourself either. Promoting a club that sells the cheapest drinks in town is NO ROCKET SCIENCE. It's not an achievement to begin with. It's a no-brainer.



One thing I cannot stand in life is people having "tunnel vision". The very issue of not wanting to climb out of one's little claustrophobic little box, admitting the truth and rectify their own faults of not being able to catch up with the "sign of the times".

Life's a never-ending learning experience. And today, I'm glad to be reminded ONCE AGAIN... never to stick my neck out where it doesn't belong. If it's not MY JOB, don't even bother to suggest anything at all. After all, in the eyes of many... I'm "only a DJ". If you still don't know my strength by now... please go ahead with concentrating on the little microscopic matters that have little / no impact whatsoever. Don't disturb me further and runi my mood. I've got a few oversea trips to plan towards.


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Seeya SingaBoring!

I can't wait to fuck off from here...

21 March

Jakarta, Indonesia.

30 March - 2 April

Hua Hin, Thailand.


More dates to follow... HURRAY!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Army Funny?


It always happens like clockwork whenever a bunch of STRAIGHT guys sit around for hours over social drinks, the conversation will somehow veer towards our individual army experiences. 8 out of 10 times! For example, last evening... firstly, there was talk about the virtues of cunnilingus, then it got a bit twisted when someone suddenly became a very defensive spokesman for anal sex. I'll leave that part of the story out as I'm having NUTELLA on bread and BROWN coffee now...


Like it or not. It's like an unavoidable plague. Eventually, stories of our army days will emerged. We'll be exchanging tales of how fucking stupid some of the things were back then (still is if you ask me) and how sadistically twisted some commanders actually were. Then we'll be giving each other tips on how to avoid doing any military work when we next go back for the annual training. Basically, most of us would summarize such talk as...


"Up yours! Where got time?"

Much as YOU and I hate to admit it, it was a rite of passage that made us men. Without which, having pubic hair meant jack-shit. No matter which walk of life you're from, it's a common topic we all relate to. 95% of the Singaporean men all share this unique experience. No matter how bad it was, almost all of us look back with fond memories. For me, I look back with much laughter at all the cock officers I was training with. If there was a contest to see which organization have the biggest collective of idiots, the army would be it! The moment they receive their shoulder ranks, their brain goes into permanent hibernation mode. Thus explains my blatant disregard for anyone with given authority / position... till today. Sorry if any of you happen to be officers. As far as I'm concerned, you're all a bunch of hypocritical pansies! If you want my respect, EARN IT!


With that said, I'm really looking forward to returning for my final annual training next year. It's been a long journey, dating back over 10 years ago... to the day I got my head shaved bald by the motherfucking army barber. And it's all coming to the concluding chapter where I can truly say... "please stop fucking bothering anymore!"


"ORD LOH!!!!!!"

This post is dedicated to Roland Lim and Dick Soh of Denon DJ (Singapore)

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

uPod, iPod...



I'm currently frantically podcasting, getting track clearances and corresponding permissions over the past few days. I know, I've been lagging and I've finally succumbed to an otherwise "age-old" medium. Trying to get up to speed with the scheme of things. See right panel for links and etc. Unfortunately some stuff, you've to be subscribed to our various Facebook groups to obtain. Sorry. That's the whole point of exclusivity, it isn't it? Don't be a lazy arse! And stop making excuses! Everyone's on it... and it's now officially uncool NOT to be savvy!

I'm really glad that I'm going to "disappear" for quite a few days in March from SingaBore. Got some stuff upcoming elsewhere. Na-na-ni-poo-poo! Hopefully it revitalizes the dying flame or something. Will take loads of camera snaps for sure. Happy happy joy joy!!!

p/s the cat above is really cool, eh? :)

Monday, February 18, 2008



Some people are just goddamn irritating because some of them (names withheld) are just either too lazy or too stupid (or both) to check Google before asking any question(s). Remember, Google is your friend. It's free... use it. For fuck's sake! All smart people use it...

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Updates This Week


I'm sure from time to time, some of you may have heard of individuals being BANNED from entering certain clubs and etc. It's a common practice that's been going on since the first caveman got thrown out of his clan and fed to the T-Rex. This is to weed (pardon the pun) out undesirable characters (i.e. no sex appeal), over-weight cows (I'm kidding!), dodgy people, trouble-makers, suspicious assholes and case-pending monkey(s). For those ignorant and retarded enough to launch a complain with the Singapore Tourist Promotion board against such practices, please note that as a registered-business operator, a club reserves the GOD-GIVEN right to cast your sorry ass out the door for eternity. This is granted by the authorities, much like "self-censorship", so that the reputation(s) and patrons of the club(s) will not be tarnished and jeopardized by the presence of jackasses. Regardless if you send a letter of complain via a lawyer or by staging an "I'm innocent" fit at the door... you're BANNED means you're BANNED. Just walk away and fuck off before it gets uglier.

If you're the one being BANNED, perhaps it's time to self-reflect who you've stepped on and offended or disrespected. Maybe it's time to consider migration to a third-world country, as it can only get much worse for you. Trust me on that. This whole fiasco goes much deeper than you think it is.

Lenny Kravitz said once...
"it ain't over till it's over"


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Show #93
20th February (Wednesday) 2008
9 pm, Lush 99.5 FM

01. BOMBAY DUB ORCHESTRA – Rare Earth
02. THE SPACE BROTHERS – The Same Journey
03. SVEN VAN HEES – Sven Shui
04. JOEY FEHRENBACH – Rain
05. FAUXLIAGE – Vibing
06. LEMONGRASS – A Fabula
07. CHRISTOPHE COZE – Hi Honey
08. LINDSTROM & PRINS THOMAS – Boney M Down
09. ZAGAR feat. UNDERGROUND DIVAS – Wings Of Love
10. THE STONE ROSES – Shoot You Down (Soul Hooligan Remix) [previously unreleased]

[LOST CLASSIC OF THE MONTH]
11. MASSIVE ATTACK – Unfinished Sympathy (Perfecto Remix)

12. MIDIVAL PUNDITZ – Forest Dreams


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Saturday, February 16, 2008

Running on empty

Stepped into a mate's studio today... stared onto the screen for almost an entire hour. Supposedly, there was editing work to be done for this year's Lush 99.5 FM mix CD. End of the session? Zilch...



I think I've really lost it. The interest and the creative edge, that is. I'm basically going on... going through the motion. Well, almost. My fingers were on the Midi-pad but they fell asleep. Instead of getting anything done today, I ended up stirring coffee at the nearby coffeeshop and indulging in nicotine for almost another hour.

Really "productive" day. This is bad. Money's been collected for the job. Dateline's drawing nearer. How now?

Hmmm... FUCK IT! I'm going home to sleep for a few hours instead.

On the brighter side, the Beatport / Pioneer CDJ MK-3 endorsement deal is almost reaching finalization... freebies galore!

I'm no longer interested... so stop asking me anything!



After yet another "what's-the-point" day / night, which I can bet that will never take off due to many obvious reasons I no longer wish to point out... I went home equally perturbed to the extent of not getting any sleep last night. The question I've been asking the entire time (till now), as I look at the other possible routes before me...

How much more mucking around in the dark?



The sense of redundancy, the utter boredom, the lack of inspiration and the displeasure of dealing with stupidity head-on is getting to me big time. As it is, the modus is cruise control, but in all honesty, why? Maybe it's me, I just can't stand certain things that irk the hell out of me! The saddest thing is to see a bunch of good people (colleagues and team partners), losing their morale and drive rapidly... much like what has happened to me. How am I suppose to teach DJing classes when I've already lost interest in everything pertaining to this industry? I'll probably end up pissing some people off in the process. Sorry, I can't be a positive source of inspiration anymore. And the last thing I'd like to do is to repeat myself over and over again to a bunch of slow-learning idiots. I just don't have that sort of patience anymore.

And I seriously need my life back on track! By that, I mean I need to make time for normalities and to find my purpose again. By that, I don't mean resorting to writing my initials on my dinner plate...




... or licking / slurping the soup, making crude noises
...in a posh restaurant.


I did spend some time just sitting and staring at the open sea, trying to make sense out of the current scenario... and looking at the business module at hand and asking "what the fuck?". I've been told that I take things far too seriously. Well, I'm taking my sanity into SERIOUS consideration. I'm almost reaching the point of "flicking-middle-finger-at-everything-and-everyone". Anyway, don't get me started. I'll take a few hours for me to explain all my grievances of what's wrong. Then again, some people don't like to be WRONG. What-fucking-ever... seriously!


Right now, a certain song by The Clash is on repeat mode and playing really loud in the background as I write this entry. And I certainly would like to do this to release SOME of the frustrations... and quite honestly, where I'm at right now, it won't take much to tip the scales...



How to best describe the entire situation?

Friday, February 15, 2008

You've been served!

Dear monkey-in-suspenders,

For all the times we had to endure your poor attempts at DJing (if that's what you insist it's called)... for all the nail-bitingly horrible music you have shocked us with... for all the fucking pretentious smoke screens you tried fooled us with... for the countless shameless name-dropping attempts... for all the large amounts of bullcrap we had to put up with...



Moral of the story? Stop playing the "I'm a victim" card and don't ever dick around. You never know who's holding a royal flush! Don't believe? Wait till you get BANNED at the other "superclub" as well. There's a ton of salt to be rubbed on your wounds... if the powers above are relentless.

Your move next, kiddo! Wait... we should say, CHECK MATE!!!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Rigid as a morning hard-on...

I think this describes
how I feel about some mules I have to deal with...


Me? I'm bred in the old-skool
but surviving with nu-skool ideologies.

Boredom Anchorage!



I was suppose to bring something to the table. To co-exist and to bring "things" to the next level. Now my question is... how does one do that when the table chooses to remain rooted, refuses to budge and is reluctant to do away from it's own self-derived perspectives? Thus explains the general mood of the personals trying to keep the table afloat. We're still struggling to reach the "engaging level".

How sad. Really. The drive of everyone is almost hitting a dead end.

"It would take a strong stong man..."

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Valentine's Day... the fact of the matter is...



Have fun, however you're spending it or with whomever and wherever... while the rest of us unfortunate people have to bloody work.

*ppfftttt*

Windfall expected...



Great! I can finally get that yacht that I've always wanted!


By the way, to the disillusioned
monkey DJ-in-suspenders...



...it's noisss so spare us the torture, asswipe!

(p/s I've got lots more where that came from!)

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Why you so like dat?

Officially gone into the "I don't give a rat's ass" mode.



Really tired of dealing with individuals that "don't know what is what, they just strut" and assume they know-all. And I hate going in circles, fumbling around in the dark and having to deal with crap that goes in an endless loop! And I seriously don't give a flying fuck where you're coming from!


In the meantime, to answer what everyone's been asking me lately... "how come the music you DJ nowadays has deviated from the usual stuff that we love?"

Please see diagram below...

Is T3 really necessary?


Rule of thumb when travelling...

Always have a map in hand.

If all fails... look up for divine intervention...

... Ah! Thank God for notice boards!

Found what I was looking for but...

... look at the goddamn queue!

Being a typical Singaporean...

... I had to join in!

Finally after almost an eternity...

... finally got my happy pills!



And Lester says...
"Yukun, this posting is damn stupid!"


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Not as stupid as this... some cannot-make-it-piece-of-turd has been going around claiming that he can match what Progressions has achieved and that he's been around as long as I have. Stupid fuck... if you've been around as long as I have, how come perpetually no one has heard of you, or those that have heard of you have nothing decent to say about you. And if you've been at it for ages and have yet to make it, then something is seriously fucked up and I suggest a change in career or an attitude re-adjustment. And for fuck sake, please enroll yourself in some basic English courses. Your command for the language sucks as bad as your tempo pitching capabilities.

PWNED! for the fact that you've no respect for those that paved the way... and don't make me laugh so hard next time with all your no-cerebral brash talk and constant name-droppings. It's actually hilarious to see perhaps the dumbest fuck I've met, trying to play the please-have-sympathy-on-me card and saying "oh, I really don't know how those got into my pockets... but anyway when can you book me to DJ?"