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So I take DJing very seriously. I know it is always kinda lame and cliche to say that, but I really do. I believe that the enjoyment of a party, bar, club, wedding...social gatherings in general are dependent upon the people you are with and what music is playing. I can't control the people aspect but I can control the music aspect. The music that is playing sets the tone of the gathering and determines what kind of time you are going to have.
For instance, Christmas eve at the Mile this year. I can't remember all the people invovled cuz there was a lot and I was drunk. What I do remember is Erin, Thomas, Turk, Donny, Angie, I believe Joe, Gene, myself and five other tables drunkenly sings to Tiny Dancer. The bartender who is usually a cynical fun hater was even getting down. The whole bar sang and those who didn't were still having a hell of a good time. It was a case of everyone enjoying each others company and being brought together as a family by one song. I love that shit.
On Tuesday I did DP with the boy in Flyentology. My first set was the opener set. I didn't care for it. I usually have to play low BPM songs in the beginning cuz I don't want to waste any bangers and nobody really wants to here Juke and fast songs when they are getting to liquid courage to start jivin' on the dance floor. My second set, I decide that between myself and flyentology the crowd was warmed up enough. I played for myself. Usually I can't do that because it is for everyone's enjoyment, not just my own. Nobody likes dancing to songs they don't know. I opened by playing the opening of "Blackend" by Metallica and then slammed into a remix of "New Noise" by refused. I knew this threw people off but fuck'em, I was doing it how I wanted. I then went into a small electro house set playing stuff from France and Japan, then played remixes of Slayer, Danzig, Children of Bodom, and Sepultura. Yeah, that's right. I made motherfuckers dance to Metal. Eat it bitches. People got down. It is really off putting to look out and see hot ass Cambodia girls doing booty drops to "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer. I ended by playing a lot of Crunk, Hyphy, and Booty Jams. People told me how awesome my set was, I shrugged off the compliments trying to be humble, but inside I was yelling "Yeah! That's right bitches. I rocked that muthafuckin party! Booyaa! Don't fuck with the king, Dats my word, Nucka!"
Also I treat DJing like I was in Bon Jovi. One of the things I like about them is that they never turn down a show. Doesn't matter how lame or dumb or whatever it is, they play it. I've only turned down one gig and that is only because I had previous plans for Jaqui's Birthday.
So here comes Saturday night. I was booked to play my boy Kevin's brithday. He asked me to play it in October and I agreed to do it. I was really excited and jazzed to do this gig. On my way there, around Newton I had to goto the bathroom. So I pulled off the interstate. I was looking both ways to cross the highway to get to the gas station. Right as I was pulling out BAM!! Some assclown rear ends me. I get out of my Mom's car, look at the car, look at his car, look at him and say "Well, You fucked up!" The guy then goes on to say "I'm so sorry, are ok? blahblahblah." Obviously admitting fault. I kept my cool, nothing really gets me that upset. I usually have a level head. I managed to see inside the trunk where my speakers were cuz the trunk was now open and visible. I discovered that all but one of my speakers was now destroyed, AWESOME!! That's at mininum $500 to replace. That doesn't include the damage to the car. Insurance is going to cover it so that is nice but insurance won't cover my pride. When the car it me, well remember I was going to a gas station to use the restroom. Well I pissed my pants.
After everything was getting wrapped up, talking to the cops, getting insurance info, towing back to my parents...I called to say i wasn't coming. By the time all this happened and for me to get to Iowa City it would have been 10-11pm. I was going. I understand dude was counting on me, but seriously, I was doing this for free...no contract either. Homeboy actually asked if I would still come and do the party. Come on, my shit is destroyed, my mom's car is fucked, I pissed my pants, there is no way I can drive silver wolf to IC, no way I cold drive the Navigator there, and the next day is Easter (I'm actually a god fearing man if you didn't know). I felt bad for not coming through and doing the party. I don't like not being able to follow through on a commitment. It makes me look really bad and makes me less hire-able. Even though I'm leaving, I still have a DJ business that I run. It wasn't just seeing friends and rocking, it was a business matter too. and I pissed my fucking pants.
Sorry I couldn't do the party. I had a pretty good excuse.
Also I got a fly shirt that I was wanting to show off. I just discovered that Hip Hop Heaven sells Shmack Clothing. I got this shirt and it even came with a matching key chain and in a blister pack. I got the white one.
I just got a Wii. My mom originally got it for me for my birthday last year but never gave it to me. She was afraid I'd fail out of college if I had it so she gave it to my Grandma. Grandma wasn't to interested in it so she gave it to Christian, my cousin. He played it twice and decide he didn't want to play it, he liked 360 better I guess. He then gave the Wii to my cousin Meryl. She played it for three weeks then moved to Prague. My mom and I thought...WTF, so we asked for it back. We got the Wii back yesterday and then Christian suddenly decided that he wanted it back. Fuck you kid. You've had it since May and never played it, gave it to our cousin no problem, but when we want it back, you out of no where want it... fuck you. I'm giving it to my mom when I leave and there is nothing you can do about it. HA.
Speaking of Xbox 360. Best commercial ever.
Everyone needs to go to Mtv.com and vote for the Jabbawockeez to win America's Best Dance Crew. Here is a vid of all seven perfomances. notice how they begin where they left off the last week.
For instance, Christmas eve at the Mile this year. I can't remember all the people invovled cuz there was a lot and I was drunk. What I do remember is Erin, Thomas, Turk, Donny, Angie, I believe Joe, Gene, myself and five other tables drunkenly sings to Tiny Dancer. The bartender who is usually a cynical fun hater was even getting down. The whole bar sang and those who didn't were still having a hell of a good time. It was a case of everyone enjoying each others company and being brought together as a family by one song. I love that shit.
On Tuesday I did DP with the boy in Flyentology. My first set was the opener set. I didn't care for it. I usually have to play low BPM songs in the beginning cuz I don't want to waste any bangers and nobody really wants to here Juke and fast songs when they are getting to liquid courage to start jivin' on the dance floor. My second set, I decide that between myself and flyentology the crowd was warmed up enough. I played for myself. Usually I can't do that because it is for everyone's enjoyment, not just my own. Nobody likes dancing to songs they don't know. I opened by playing the opening of "Blackend" by Metallica and then slammed into a remix of "New Noise" by refused. I knew this threw people off but fuck'em, I was doing it how I wanted. I then went into a small electro house set playing stuff from France and Japan, then played remixes of Slayer, Danzig, Children of Bodom, and Sepultura. Yeah, that's right. I made motherfuckers dance to Metal. Eat it bitches. People got down. It is really off putting to look out and see hot ass Cambodia girls doing booty drops to "Dead Skin Mask" by Slayer. I ended by playing a lot of Crunk, Hyphy, and Booty Jams. People told me how awesome my set was, I shrugged off the compliments trying to be humble, but inside I was yelling "Yeah! That's right bitches. I rocked that muthafuckin party! Booyaa! Don't fuck with the king, Dats my word, Nucka!"
Also I treat DJing like I was in Bon Jovi. One of the things I like about them is that they never turn down a show. Doesn't matter how lame or dumb or whatever it is, they play it. I've only turned down one gig and that is only because I had previous plans for Jaqui's Birthday.
So here comes Saturday night. I was booked to play my boy Kevin's brithday. He asked me to play it in October and I agreed to do it. I was really excited and jazzed to do this gig. On my way there, around Newton I had to goto the bathroom. So I pulled off the interstate. I was looking both ways to cross the highway to get to the gas station. Right as I was pulling out BAM!! Some assclown rear ends me. I get out of my Mom's car, look at the car, look at his car, look at him and say "Well, You fucked up!" The guy then goes on to say "I'm so sorry, are ok? blahblahblah." Obviously admitting fault. I kept my cool, nothing really gets me that upset. I usually have a level head. I managed to see inside the trunk where my speakers were cuz the trunk was now open and visible. I discovered that all but one of my speakers was now destroyed, AWESOME!! That's at mininum $500 to replace. That doesn't include the damage to the car. Insurance is going to cover it so that is nice but insurance won't cover my pride. When the car it me, well remember I was going to a gas station to use the restroom. Well I pissed my pants.
After everything was getting wrapped up, talking to the cops, getting insurance info, towing back to my parents...I called to say i wasn't coming. By the time all this happened and for me to get to Iowa City it would have been 10-11pm. I was going. I understand dude was counting on me, but seriously, I was doing this for free...no contract either. Homeboy actually asked if I would still come and do the party. Come on, my shit is destroyed, my mom's car is fucked, I pissed my pants, there is no way I can drive silver wolf to IC, no way I cold drive the Navigator there, and the next day is Easter (I'm actually a god fearing man if you didn't know). I felt bad for not coming through and doing the party. I don't like not being able to follow through on a commitment. It makes me look really bad and makes me less hire-able. Even though I'm leaving, I still have a DJ business that I run. It wasn't just seeing friends and rocking, it was a business matter too. and I pissed my fucking pants.
Sorry I couldn't do the party. I had a pretty good excuse.
Also I got a fly shirt that I was wanting to show off. I just discovered that Hip Hop Heaven sells Shmack Clothing. I got this shirt and it even came with a matching key chain and in a blister pack. I got the white one.
I just got a Wii. My mom originally got it for me for my birthday last year but never gave it to me. She was afraid I'd fail out of college if I had it so she gave it to my Grandma. Grandma wasn't to interested in it so she gave it to Christian, my cousin. He played it twice and decide he didn't want to play it, he liked 360 better I guess. He then gave the Wii to my cousin Meryl. She played it for three weeks then moved to Prague. My mom and I thought...WTF, so we asked for it back. We got the Wii back yesterday and then Christian suddenly decided that he wanted it back. Fuck you kid. You've had it since May and never played it, gave it to our cousin no problem, but when we want it back, you out of no where want it... fuck you. I'm giving it to my mom when I leave and there is nothing you can do about it. HA.
Speaking of Xbox 360. Best commercial ever.
Click to viewEveryone needs to go to Mtv.com and vote for the Jabbawockeez to win America's Best Dance Crew. Here is a vid of all seven perfomances. notice how they begin where they left off the last week.