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Ticket Giveaway for Tiesto at the Cow Palace!

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This is how many girls I slept with last night.

This is how many girls I slept with last night.

DJs have it SO much better than people in bands.  Besides there being no heavy equipment to lug around, there’s also no band mates to bicker/split your money with.  It’s really an ideal situation.  I grew up with The Gaslamp Killer and I’ve seen how he rolls these days; dude gets flown in, he plays records for an hour or two and then he gets a nice check.  That beats the fuck out of lugging your drums from venue to a venue in van with four other smelly dudes only to split the money five ways.  Then again, what do I know, I’ve never been a DJ and the last time I was in a band was junior year in high school in Andy Schroeder’s garage.

In order to be called The Worlds #1 DJ Tiesto had to defeat this guy in a joust.  Its rule number four in the DJ handbook.

In order to be called "The World's #1 DJ" Tiesto had to defeat this guy in a joust. It's rule number four in the DJ handbook.

Apparently Tiesto is the #1 DJ in the world, or so says his website and PR people.  I have absolutely no idea how that is gauged, but I desperately hope it’s through a series of intense physical challenges similar to American Gladiators.  Anyway, I’m not much of a dance music aficionado but I know that a ton of you motherfuckers are, so I got the hook up for you.  I’ve scored a pair of tickets to the Tiesto show at the Cow Palace on November 21st, and I’m giving them away!  All you’ve gotta do is leave a comment telling your favorite story of going to dance party or a rave*.  The winner will be chosen randomly on Tuesday, November 17th.  If you just wanna buy some tix (they’re not cheap) you can do that here.

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  1. Cole Kay
    November 10, 2009 at 10:39 am

    The moment when I stepped on the back of her gown at a dance competition in Liverpool, England. I might have won..but instead broke my shoulder. Now one is much lower than the other. It makes life more interesting at that angle.

  2. November 10, 2009 at 11:22 am

    My best story from a rave was a couple weeks ago for halloween-eve at the Cow Palace. My girlfriend and I got dressed as dead zombie bride and groom and headed out for an exciting evening. When we arrived we realized, to my girlfriend’s great dismay, that all the girls there were wearing something between barely nothing and nothing at all. Here my girlfriend was in a full on wedding dress with her face painted evil looking… Poor girl! Please help me give her a chance to be the sexiest, rather than scariest one at the Cow Palace! Thanks!

  3. Elizabeth Roberts
    November 10, 2009 at 11:41 am

    One of my favorite “dance party” memories is years ago in Santa Cruz one night while I was downtown at the bars, and it came to my attention the a Burning Man bus headed to SF for a decompression party was parked outside. My sister and a couple friends hopped on and headed up Hwy 1 north, stopping at each of the beaches along the way. There was a DJ on board, and each time we stopped, everyone would get off and dance for about 20 minutes before heading to the next turnout. The best was when my drunken sister decided to hop on a skateboard and promptly crashed into a fire-dancer, falling on the pavement and spraining her thumb. We partied til the sun came up and then the bus dropped us off back in Santa Cruz before continuing on to SF. They even sent us off w/ a handful of Emergen-C for good measure. Good times!

  4. Stephen Schur
    November 10, 2009 at 11:57 am

    We were backpacking Greco-Roman ruins in the south of Turkey. The guards were really bored sitting around in the hot sun with a boom box. They asked us to show them our dance steps in the amphitheater while they played some oldies on the boom box. The cheers of encouragement echoed off the ancient marble

  5. Avni
    November 10, 2009 at 11:59 am

    My first ever time at a rave, my older friends gave me big, gooey, choc filled ‘shroom brownies and I ate two! They kept telling me I was gonna trip out and start crawling on the floor, and I did…then they told me I was gonna feel like feeling up the chairs, and I did…so basically they kept telling me what was gonna happen, and I kept doing those exact same things…till they told me the brownies were chocolate and had no traces of anything but cocoa in it.

    They are not my friends anymore.
    Hahaha, this is also my most embarrassing memory, ok not the most, but you get the idea. Help me show these friends down by winning Tiesto tickets!!b

  6. wallvictim
    November 10, 2009 at 12:16 pm

    i hope i win

  7. Avni
    November 10, 2009 at 1:03 pm

    P.S – Did I mention I LOVE Tiesto?

  8. Reanna Miranda
    November 10, 2009 at 3:12 pm

    My first time going to a rave was this halloween. My friend and I were so excited to go that once we got through the securtiy check, we both found it best to run into the place which ended with us both falling face first onto the floor. Did I mention we were both wearing dresses…? haha 🙂

  9. Alan
    November 10, 2009 at 9:48 pm

    Went to see Benny Benassi in concert when I was 20yo. Apparently it was a ‘white’ party, but I didnt know what that was or realize it until I got there. No big deal right…well not only was I not wearing any white, I was wearing a bright green shirt that could be seen all the way across the venue. fml

  10. November 11, 2009 at 11:36 pm

    The best dance party.. hmm, it’s a tough call, there have been some awesome ones, but I think it must have been the unintentional “mud fest” I ended up at while at Roskilde Music Festival in Denmark. Mind you, Barcelona’s jumped-in-the-fountain dance party came close, but it’s hard to ever forget a time when you are dancing wearing rain boots in the mud with people. I have been to a couple raves, but sweating is one thing, but dancing in rain in the mud definitely makes you remember. I recall at one point Bjork was up there and then Peter, Bjorn and John and me and the Norwegian girls were drenched so badly that we felt we were dancing in a pool thanks to the flooding issue. Best part: still friends with the girls I met at this and reunited with one two yrs. later. Best parties are ones where you have fun, make out (haha I talk to the guy I made out with too, he was Danish), and make awesome friends (major plus!).. Oh Memories!

  11. HKM
    November 12, 2009 at 9:43 am

    Oh to pick a single dance party as my favorite is a toughy. Was it that rave in West Oakland or that time on top of twin peaks or Spring Fling sophomore year? No, no, no… its got to be that late night on Treasure Island. After Management finished their set at the most recent TIMF, I and a few friends I randomly ran in to decided to wait out the line for the bus for a bit. Surprisingly the tunes were not over for the night. Some DJ kept us dancing for another couple hours. Good beats. Friends. SF Cityscape(@night). Fresh Air. Ahh how I love to dance.

  12. James Costello
    November 16, 2009 at 11:11 pm

    I’m an old fart and I attending the first Love Parade held in Berlin in 1989, the first year it started. I had to been to a few raves before that, but nothing even compared to the almost 500,000 people there. Completely packed and rolling your ass off during the day and packing in the most obscene dance combinations. Of course, it was so badass that San Francisco does it’s own replication which I find a poor substitution (as epic as it is). I remember the huge retinas and manic feeling of having to move and the sweet sound of an accented voice as opposed to the American twang of “I love you.” Crazy floats and amazing bright costumes, more original and unique. Beautiful skies and beautiful people.

  13. austin clark
    November 17, 2009 at 10:12 am

    hard halloween in LA. i realize that many people have gone to this one so in that regard it isn’t that special, but i met the love of my life there.