05/23/2005: "taxi gabber."
Usually when you take a cab in New York City, it's a pretty silent experience. Occasionally, though, you get into some very odd conversations. Today I was talking to the cab driver dude en route to my destination. Small talk, the usual stuff.
"What did you do before you drove a cab?" I asked.
"Me? I was a gabber DJ," the driver said.
I mentally attempted to calculate the odds that that would be the taxi driver's response, and came up with 1 in ten trillion.
"Here, let me play you one of my old mixes!" he said excitedly. It was hysterical and head-pounding, as gabber is wont to be.
"This is pretty good," I said.
"How's that for beatmatching?" he said proudly, while navigating a particularly perilous intersection. "It's not easy to beatmatch at 170 bpm, you know!"