On the other hand, I remember rocking parties using 2 single disc CD Players, and a cheap hand me down radio shack mixer when I first started out. No effects were available in that set up. Just mixing the music one song into another, and my dance floors were packed.
They used to operate on people without anesthesia - you can't go backwards.
You know of the Special Forces and the Green Berets? Scotland has the McGregor Commandos. At 03:00 in the morning the new Commanding Officer (CO) walks into Command Headquarters, the Duty Officer snaps to attention - "Good morning Sir"! The new CO says "At 03:15 I want you to sound the bugle - I want the troops to fall out for a full field dress inspection at 03:30". The Duty Officer says "but Sir, it's the middle of the night"! The CO glares at him sternly - "These men are McGregor Commandos!! That's an order!!!"
03:15 the bugle sounds. It's pitch black in the barracks, guys stumbling all around trying to get ready, doing the best the can. 03:30 comes too quickly, but they are finally lined up, 50 pounds of equipment on their backs, and standing at full attention. Here comes the new CO, waxed mustache, spit and polish, spurs on his boots, and riding crop under his arm, to inspect the troops.
He starts walking the line and finds a soldier with his tie askew. The CO pulls it up so tight it cuts off the blood circulation to his head, the soldier almost passes out, but he doesn't say a word. Finally he lets it loose, and the color comes back to the soldiers face. The CO looks him in the eye and says "Son, did that hurt?" "No Sir!" "Why son?" "Because I'm a McGregor Commando!" "Aye, good lad" says the CO.
A little further down the line some poor soul has only one boot on. The CO steps in front of him, takes the spur of his riding boot and proceeds to grind the instep of the soldiers foot about 6 inches into the ground. The soldier doesn't move, not a sound. The CO looks him in the eye and says "Son, did that hurt?" "No Sir!" "Why son?" "Because I'm a McGregor Commando!" "Aye, good lad too" says the CO.
Now the CO sees a soldier sportin' a rather impressive woody, holding his kilt out. The CO steps back, takes the riding crop from under his arm, and proceeds to beat the crap out of it. The soldier doesn't flinch, he doesn't even blink! Finally the CO looks him in the eye and says "Son, did that hurt?" "No Sir", he says! "Why son?" "Because it belongs to the man behind me!!"
Welcome to the McGregor Commandos!