i was at a jungle event in New York, a V Records party, spring of 1998... i'd been gloomy for a while, but this was it, the pits.
i think it was a bunch of visiting Brit luminaries on the decks, so we were getting bang up to date stuff, plate after plate, and it was all such desperate stuff
DJ Trace was deejaying - and "Bambaataa", one of the few contenders for a Tune during that dismal era, came on for the fourth time that night and i found myself MCing - not on stage i hasten to add! - in the midst of the crowd, inaudible to everyone i'm sure, or at least i hope - MC-ing over the stiff as a stillborn kitten beat:
"Stagnant music! Stagnant music! Acrid Bassline, another Acrid Bassline!"
I did actually feel close to tears.