11:00pm, 1500 people inside Avalon, and this awful resident dj playing before a crowd a dummies, eating up track after track of uninspired music. How does that get someone the biggest residency in L.A. ? And what does it say about the people paying to listen to that? An equally awful set by the headliner follows, and ultimately I can guarantee that most people went home drunk and happy. But only because they don’t really know how much better it could have been. And maybe it’s a curse knowing sometimes. Because the expectations of a good night become so hard to meet.