Archive for October 2011

The Freaks Come Out At Night

October 31, 2011

Last Friday, I visited Downtown Sanford, Florida.   A Halloween pub crawl named The Walking Dead was happening.

For ten dollars, you get one drink at each participating bar.

I first stopped at Fat Rat’s.

Because of  good customer service and friendly patrons, I enjoy Fat Rat’s.  Yet, for my one free drink, Fat Rat’s handed me a small plastic cup of booze, the kind of plastic cup you see at keg parties.   Normally, Fat Rat’s serve draft beer in a regular sized glass.   This small cup shit indicated I wasn’t being treated like a regular customer.  Actually,I felt as if I was no better than some homeless person off the street.

I quickly swallowed my booze and exited.

Jason’s Martini Bar was next.

The same folks who own Fat Rat’s also own Jason’s.  At Jason’s, a person waited forever for their drinks.  Just like at Fat Rat’s, I received another plastic cup of booze.

After I quickly swallowed the booze, I exited.

The West End was the next stop.

Instead of a small plastic cup, I was handed a bottle.

The Savi Fernandez Band, a reggae group, was playing.

I knew the talented Savi from Orlando.

Next, I headed to Little Fish-Huge Pond.

At Little Fish, a person was served bottled booze.  Also, most of Downtown Sanford’s costumed folks remained here.

I went to the Sanford Wine Company afterwords.  There, I didn’t take pictures worthy of publishing.  Yet, the service was good.  Instead of a bottle of beer, I received a glass of wine for my free drink.

Another place was listed on the pub crawl, a joint named J.J. Hancock’s.  Yet, that place was permanently closed.

Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays.  Sometimes I enjoy it more than Christmas.  Unlike Christmas. I am always guaranteed interesting photos on Halloween.

The Funky Lounge Volume 2

October 28, 2011

Last July, I uploaded three Funky Lounge mixes on YouTube.  Volumes One and Two contains three songs.  Volume Three contains fives.

Out of the three, Volume Two is the more popular.  Mind you, the view count isn’t spectacular.  Yet, the fact I received two thumbs up surprises me.

Here are the songs:

“L’amour” by Rouge Rouge

“Please, come in” by Forbidden Ensemble

“Playtime Theme” by The Strike Boys


Here’s the mix.


Despite Some Bullshit, Fun Still Happened

October 23, 2011

Last Wednesday, during my DJ gig, Little Fish-Huge Pond was packed.

At least for an hour it was.  Because folks had to work the next day, things died down a little.   Yet, fun still happened.

My only gripe involved some pain-in-the-ass who took it upon herself to keep  requesting white musicians all night.  This as I played diverse music.  (No, that ain’t her in the last photo.)  Pain-In-The -Ass has been in Little Fish before.  After folks attempt being friends with her, she looks down on them as if they’re welfare recipients ripping off the system.  Because she kept making requests and asking for white musicians, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone found a KKK mask in her car.  Her requests appeared to be demands…as if I really had to play what she wanted.   In other words, the black DJ was someone to order around and not respect.  I guess she didn’t get the memo.  I now have the option of refusing requests.  Oh yea, she never tipped, either.

Yet, that was nothing more than a harmless mosquito bite.  The place still had fun.

Fuck Going Online For People’s Song Requests!

October 13, 2011

Last night, at my Little Fish – Huge Pond gig, a young lady wrote down a song on my request list.

Fuck going online!

“I might not have that,” I said.

“You can go on YouTube and find it,” she said.

“I’m not online.  Doing that freezes up my laptop.”

That was only one of the reasons for my not being online.  I had others.

“You need to get a Mac,” the young lady answered.

Even if I had a Mac, I still won’t go online for song requests.   If I don’t have the song, automatically I’m supposed to go online and find it.  At least, that’s how some folks see laptop DJs.  How unfair is that?  As many people still lick vinyl DJs’  ass, what do they do when the vinyl people tell them they don’t have the damned song?  But oh no, real DJs use vinyl.

Like I figured, I didn’t have the song the young lady wanted .  Yet, I did have others by the same artist.   The young lady picked one of them and walked away.

If I don’t have the actual song, most people are cool if I have other songs by the same artist.

Every since I stopped going online for songs, things have worked out for the better.   Rarely do I have to deal with folks picking inappropriate songs that ruin the bar’s good mood, something that happened a lot.

Also, people ran the online requests in the ground.  Song after song some folks requested.   Next thing I knew , I was playing a whole bunch of songs I didn’t like.

After talking with the owner of Little Fish, I’m no longer required to play every request.   If I think a song is inappropriate, I don’t have to play it.   The other night, two dye-blondes attempted changing my music.   As I  positively grooved the bar on chill music, the two dye-blondes wanted to hear a group with the word “skull” in their name.  I forgot who it was.  In the past, I would have been required to go online and find the group.   Not anymore.

First, I explained I wasn’t online.  Second, I explained I was playing chill music.  Still, they requested another  group outside of the genre.    I had them, but I wasn’t fuckin’ up my night for two non-tipping bimbos.

As they both walked away, one of them stormed away pissed.  And I didn’t give a shit.

To be real,  my definition of “chill music” may be different from another person’s.  As I see smooth jazz as chill, others may see  Kill-Die-Kill songs as chill.  Yet, Kill-Die-Kill runs most people out of the bar.

Yet, I suspected the two dye-blondes just wanted to change the night in their favor, and thought being female was going to influence me.

Good thing I stayed chill music too.  Many people appreciated it.  Because of that, instead of  playing the usual 8 to 10 PM slot, chill music gets played all night on Tuesdays.

This was a long time coming anyway.   Playing the same genres on both Tuesdays and Wednesdays spreads people out.  When you do that, less money is made for both nights.   So, Tuesdays are the chill nights and Wednesdays are the rock and booty shake nights.

Every since I stopped going online, Wednesday nights are already picking up.   Also, more folks respect me as a DJ versus being a jukebox.

All I ever wanted was a place full of happy people.  When it comes to Tuesdays and Wednesdays, it looks like I’m finally getting that wish.

Whyle The Fuck Out

October 9, 2011

Last Friday afternoon, around 3:30, my cellphone rung.   As it rung, the cellphone displayed Joe Austin’s number.

“What up, Joe?” I answered.

“You wanna play tonight?” he asked.

Joe works at the Peacock Room, a place I DJ on Sundays sometimes.

“Yea, okay,” I answered.

Joe gave me the rundown. Tonight’s entertainment, a more popular DJ crew, canceled.  A band might be playing for free tonight.  Yet, I would be getting a percentage of the bar.   Better yet, because the band won’t be playing long, most of the night would be mine.  Starting time was at 10 PM.

I somewhat had plans to DJ at another spot.  There were talks of me closing  the night after the scheduled band.  Yet, I never received definite word  on that actually happening.

Being somewhat thoughtful, I called the owner of the other spot.   When,  they didn’t answer, I left a message about my night at The Peacock Room.

After that, the nerves kicked in.   In the past few days, my DJ software had been crashing, most of it due to my constantly pressing buttons.

I arrived at the Peacock Room around 9:30.  Joe told me it was just me tonight.  The free band canceled.

Already, the lobby was packed.  Because my DJ rep  is not well-known in Orlando, I didn’t think the crowd was there  for me.

The bar counter is located in the lobby.


The entertainment performs in a separate room possessing a stage.

My nerves still aggravated me.  Tonight was the first Friday I ever DJed an Orlando spot.   All of my Fridays took place in Sanford, a forty-five minute drive from Orlando.

Because it’s a smaller town, I could somewhat get away with fucking up in Sanford.   In Orlando,  the major city of the area, fucking up may ruin my rep in a huge way.  At least, that’s what kept nagging my mind.

“You’ll be fine,” my friend Carlos told me.  He witnessed my set before.

I first started with Shaggy’s “Boombastic”, the version sampling Marvin Gayes’ “Let’s Get It On.”

Already people came with requests.

I didn’t mind it.  No wait.  Yes, I did.    At least, give me thirty minutes to warm up.   Hell, even ten minutes will do. Then, start with the requests.

Most of the requests, I had no problems with.  People mostly requested 90s and 80s hip-hop.  Someone even requested NWA’s “Fuck Tha Police”.

Only a few came to the performance room and danced.  Everyone else stayed in the lobby.

During songs, I would walk over to catch a glance at the lobby people.  When I saw heads nodding, I knew my mixing satisfied.

Then, someone requested Bob Marley.  I played “Them Belly Full”…and many people left the floor.

By this time, the first shift of patrons were already leaving.  Yet, the folks in the following pic remained with me most of the night.


Not only being a no-name battled me, I also had to contend with rainy weather and the first Friday of the month, rent and mortgage time.  A time when many folks are broke.

All night people complimented me.  Still, I didn’t feel as if I was doing a good job, especially with fewer people in the place.

At one point, a twenty-something guy asked for current music.  Because of past complaints about me playing “old music”, I decided to include current music in my set.

After three current songs, one of my new  fans began requesting old school hip-hop and soul, something I was glad of.

After some 80s music, I played “Poison” by Bel Biv Davoe.  Not one of my favorite songs.  Yet, many people like it.

Next, I played Michael Jackson’s “Keep It In The Closet”, a favorite jam.

Then, a young blonde walked up to me.

“Do you have Li’l Wayne’s ‘A Milli’?” she asked.  “This crap sucks.”

A few words to my readers.  Don’t ever tell the DJ his or her music sucks, even if it does.   As you’re being a know-it-all, most patrons may be enjoying the shitty music.  (Just like my new fans were.)   Another thing, after insulting their music, do you really expect the DJ to play your request now?

The same twenty-something guy who asked for current music bought me a drink.  He was with Blondie and told me she liked older hip-hop.

I played “A Milli” and “Ride With Me” by Nelly, another one of their requests.

By this time, another person requested dubstep, a genre I’m slowly beginning to like. So, I played a dubstep song next, “Whyle The Fuck Out” by Matt U.

Due to my mind focusing on fears about me fucking up,  I didn’t take many pictures.

Still, here’s a few.


As usual, I was told to get in the picture, too.


As the night ended, people still told me I did a good job.

Looking back on it now, I think it would be wise to focus on the old school, especially when it comes to Orlando gigs.   Many folks want to hear old school music.   I get the same thing at my gig in Sanford.  As for new school listeners, they’ll just have to go somewhere else.




Get Off My Back!!! White People Requested The Song!!!

October 7, 2011

Last Sunday, I played another DJ gig at The Peacock Room.

“You wanna perform in the back?” Joe asked me.

Joe is usually Sunday night’s head bartender.

If I chose the bar counter, I would be sitting next to the creature in the following pic.

Every October, the Peacock Room displays monsters and other scary things.

I chose the performance room.  Not because of the monsters, but because I wanted to experience the difference between bar counter DJing versus DJing in the back room.

Photo by Greg Hayden

As usual for Peacock’s Sunday nights, not many people showed.  Still, good times happened.

What are these two eyeballing, you ask?

They’re looking at the videos playing behind me.

Despite the good times, some things did turn me off.  One person complained about another person’s music request.

Seeing that the complainer was white, I decided to be a dick.

“White people picked it,” I said.

“I wanna hear music where I can shake my white ass,” the complainer said.

Folks have to realize the night is for everyone, not one particular person or group.

Women dancing used to motivate my choices.  Not anymore.  Well, not as much.  Now, I prefer picking songs that get most women dancing versus songs that only gets one woman dancing.

I realize picky women are just out for attention anyway.   First, I’m already giving them too much attention by listening to their complaints and wants.   Second, I’m going out of my way finding that right song or songs that will make them dance.   Third, when they dance, it’s obvious they want dudes watching them…including me.  All three things brings picky women the attention they crave.  And that’s why they annoy my ass.

As for another annoying thing, one of my friends started text messaging me song requests, a new experience for me.   I played one request and ignored the others.

Still, good times happened.

Tonight, I go back to the Peacock Room, my first time DJing a Friday night in Orlando.   Wish me luck.

Another Broke-Ass Friday

October 5, 2011

Last Friday night, Little Fish-Huge Pond hosted another Broke-Ass Friday.  Previous Broke-Ass Fridays happened the first of the month.  This one happened on what was both the last Friday and last day of the month.

Despite the crowd, things appeared mellow.   As I played different genres, gaining excitement proved difficult at first.

Earlier crowds tend to enjoy older music.  Also, playing fast-paced music early causes burn-out.  Before you know it, you would have an empty bar by twelve.

I never stick to one genre.  Doing that with a diverse crowd causes people to leave.

In the past, I always played online music.  When I didn’t have the requested song, I searched either YouTube or a streaming site called Grooveshark.

I no longer do that.  People always requested inappropriate songs, songs that ran people out of the bar.   Also, running both my DJ software and the Internet sometimes froze my laptop.  The last reason?  Because I was required to play every song, folks saw me as a jukebox that plays all of your music for free.  I’m a DJ, not a fuckin’  jukebox.

Somewhere along the line, a white guy who looked around fifty-something requested Nina Simone.  After playing a Nina Simone song, dude stared at me as he stood at the bar counter.

I knew what he wanted.  And I wasn’t doing it, either.  Either he wanted me to stick with one genre (jazz) or wanted me to keep playing Nina Simone songs.  All for this for a dollar tip.

“Well, I tried,” I heard him tell a younger white guy sitting next to him.

Eventually, I caused some excitement.  When I started playing upbeat eighties music, a small crowd began dancing to it.

In the past, things died before twelve.  Tonight, the crowd remained consistent.

Also, more and more people started dancing.

Tonight, I noticed how really shitty people can be about music.  I always knew this.  Yet, I didn’t have the full grasp until after I stopped going online for music.  I already mentioned the Nina Simone guy.  Also, after fulfilling her request to play current dance tunes, a woman got upset when I played a nineties dance song…due to another request.  She got up and left.   Also, some folks constantly made requests all night.  Tip or no tip, that shit gets annoying.   That’s the sign of someone trying to make the night theirs.  Another thing, too many requests makes it difficult to mix properly. That’s why some requests got skipped.  Then, one idiot got racial.

“All the white people are outside,” a Latino went.  “You can play it now.”

Despite the bullshit, the night went exactly like I wanted.  It ran consistent.  Also, towards the end, people danced and had a good time.  True enough some drama happened.  One group was pissed at one of their friends.  Also, someone challenged the owner’s son to fa fight, a fight  the son wisely declined.   Still, I was happy with the outcome.

I’m already preparing for the next Broke-Ass Friday.

Here’s some photos.