I've got lou
Lou is real
I got Lou last night.
My first DJ gig was a disaster. It was my father’s family reunion and I was asked to play the music. Basically the idea was that I would set up my PC and play a bunch of MP3s off my hard drive. Sound easy enough? He even bought me a $300 Logitech speaker set pushing 400 watts and an eight inch subwoofer underneath the table just to do the job properly.
Dude, I bombed.
Bombed isn’t the word for it.
How hard is it to play music?
Very hard when you have a multi-generational crowd where some people want to hear blues, others want to hear Motown and the younger people don’t want to hear anything older than 6 weeks. I had a little cousin actually call Michael Jackson’s “Remember the time” his “OLD STUFF”.
One said, “Play shaft…the good version”.
He was apparently referring to the latest version that came out with the Samuel L. Jackson film a few years ago.
Of course I assumed he was referring to the classic original Isaac Hayes 1971 version.
Like everything that night, I was sadly mistaken.
I sat at the table all night while every single relative came up top me and requested “the Electric slide” (whatever the fuck that is) and the only Stevie Wonder song they wanted was “eyes don’t cry no more” or some shit like that. Of course I brought Stevie’s “Songs in the Key of Life” but once again if it wasn’t “Eyes don’t cry no more” (which evidently, although I didn’t know it until last night, was the pinnacle of his 40 year musical career) they didn’t want to hear it.
My father told me going into it not to bring any song that had “cursing in it” and yes, “damn”, “ass”, “bitch” and “Nigger” are curse words so that effectively removed all rap music from the play list. Even the clean version of Eve’s “Let me blow your mind” says “ass” and “bitch”. The clean version. In the end all the kids left and went and crashed someone else’s family union down the hall in another ball room and started dancing there. The older people never came up and danced because I wasn’t playing blues, my father’s generation barley danced and basically everyone ended up disappointed and I packed up my computer and left without a single person even thanking me for my effort.
Lou is real.
I feel dirty.
I need to shower.
I got Lou last night.
My first DJ gig was a disaster. It was my father’s family reunion and I was asked to play the music. Basically the idea was that I would set up my PC and play a bunch of MP3s off my hard drive. Sound easy enough? He even bought me a $300 Logitech speaker set pushing 400 watts and an eight inch subwoofer underneath the table just to do the job properly.
Dude, I bombed.
Bombed isn’t the word for it.
How hard is it to play music?
Very hard when you have a multi-generational crowd where some people want to hear blues, others want to hear Motown and the younger people don’t want to hear anything older than 6 weeks. I had a little cousin actually call Michael Jackson’s “Remember the time” his “OLD STUFF”.
One said, “Play shaft…the good version”.
He was apparently referring to the latest version that came out with the Samuel L. Jackson film a few years ago.
Of course I assumed he was referring to the classic original Isaac Hayes 1971 version.
Like everything that night, I was sadly mistaken.
I sat at the table all night while every single relative came up top me and requested “the Electric slide” (whatever the fuck that is) and the only Stevie Wonder song they wanted was “eyes don’t cry no more” or some shit like that. Of course I brought Stevie’s “Songs in the Key of Life” but once again if it wasn’t “Eyes don’t cry no more” (which evidently, although I didn’t know it until last night, was the pinnacle of his 40 year musical career) they didn’t want to hear it.
My father told me going into it not to bring any song that had “cursing in it” and yes, “damn”, “ass”, “bitch” and “Nigger” are curse words so that effectively removed all rap music from the play list. Even the clean version of Eve’s “Let me blow your mind” says “ass” and “bitch”. The clean version. In the end all the kids left and went and crashed someone else’s family union down the hall in another ball room and started dancing there. The older people never came up and danced because I wasn’t playing blues, my father’s generation barley danced and basically everyone ended up disappointed and I packed up my computer and left without a single person even thanking me for my effort.
Lou is real.
I feel dirty.
I need to shower.