Archive for August 2012

Photo Fun with Clint Eastwood and The Chair

August 31, 2012

As Luce Sky performs for the next half hour, I am doing this very blog during Peacock Room’s Friday Happy Hour Session.  Before I came to the gig, I decided to have some fun with actor Clint Eastwood’s talking to a chair during the Republican Convention in Tampa. Florida.  For those that don’t know,  Clint was talking to a chair onstage as if it was President Obama.

Inspired I decided to have some Photoshop fun.

My first pic gained some likes on Facebook.

This is the second pic I posted.

Like they say, the third is the charm (or something like that).  The third pic gained the most likes and shares on Facebook.

Pete Best: Kicked Out of the World’s Most Famous Band

August 27, 2012

Imagine this.  After being the drummer for two years, the band’s manager kicks you out of the group.  As for the band itself?  They become the most popular group in the world.

Later on, as you attempt breathing more life into your musical career, almost every attempt proves unsuccessful.

Then, when you’re on her show as a guest, Oprah Winfrey keeps bringing up you being kicked out of a famous band.  (That’s where I first saw you.)

Welcome to the world of Pete Best, popularly known as the fifth Beatle.  After Best and the Beatles recorded music at Abbey Road Studios (then

Pete Best

called EMI Studios), producer George Martin and the engineers felt the Beatles needed a more experienced drummer.   Using experienced session drummers was common practice.   When the other Beatles caught wind of Martin’s and the engineers’ beliefs, they encouraged manager Brian Epstein to kick Pete Best out.  Ringo Star became his replacement.

Besides performance issues, some speculate Best the victim of player hating.   During his two years with the Beatles, it has been said Best attracted the most female fans, causing jealousy of other band mates.  With all the females screaming for Pete, speculation blames jealousy fueling the band mates’ craving to kick him out.  Some have said most of the jealousy came from band mate Paul McCartney. After all these years, I always thought the female’s considered Paul the cutest Beatle.  Would this have been the case if Pete was still in the band?

Of course, everyone knows what happened to the Beatles.  They became the most famous band in the world.

After his dismissal, Pete attempted moving on.  Yet, every project proved unsuccessful.  Pete Best & the All Stars released a song called “I’m Gonna Knock You Down.” It flopped.  Then, Best formed the Pete Best Four.  That flopped too.  He even released an album called “Best of the Beatles”.  Many Beatles’ fans assumed the album a compilation of the group’s music.  “Best” was actually in reference to Pete Best.  That flopped too.

Best threw in the towel and soon became a civil servant.  For over twenty years, he refused playing drums in public.

I never heard of the guy until I saw him on Oprah Winfrey.

“The Beatles.  You were in the Beatles,” Oprah kept saying.  The guy already appeared depressed enough.  Yet, Oprah kept bringing up the Beatles.  If I remember it correctly, Pete Best mentioned he had thought of suicide over the years.  (I could be wrong.)

Thinking about Pete Best reminds me of life’s cruelty.  The band that kicks you out becomes the most popular group in the world.  Sometimes, life just ain’t fair.



Bikinis and Lesbians

August 25, 2012

In past blogs, I talked about the searches leading to my blogs.  The following pic illustrates the subjects people search for.  For the full view, click on the pic.


As the viewer observes, they will see a searching trend, bikinis and lesbians.  Again, for the full view, click on the pic.


For this one time, I’ll make the search worth it.


Happy Hour Regulars

August 23, 2012

Happens every Friday at the Peacock Room in Orlando

Last week’s Friday Happy Hour contained lower attendance than usual.  Not a major annoyance because some patrons are becoming regulars.

For the first two hours, I mix trip hop, down tempo and classic soul.  Right along with Al Green, one hears Portishead.  Just like I figured before hand, the women appreciate the mix more than the dudes.  Some nights, more women than guys attend the Happy Hour event.  Not as if I’m complaining. (A word to douche bags who plan to attend future events: some of the ladies prefer other ladies.)

As I start around 6:30 PM, the attendance shifts around 9. As the early crowd leaves, a new crowd enters, and the newer crowd prefers party music.  Around this time, I shift to hype mode, playing any hype-creating music.  Genre doesn’t matter.  As long as folks are having a good time, I’ll play hip hop, disco, rock, etc.  Just like Morris Day in Purple Rain, I wanna see asses wiggling and titties jiggling. Whatever genre achieves this, I’m playing it.

Between 9:30 and 10, I call it quits …or told the next act in the other room is ready to play.  Some folks don’t like that…especially when the next act is a band.  Despite the many articles on Orlando’s huge music scene, some folks do not care for live music.  Once in awhile, a musician plays during my happy hour set.  Because it’s an early crowd, many folks appreciate it.  Yet, after enjoying my music, it annoys some people of the later crowd when they hear my set being turned off for the next act.

After turning off my music, I speak into the mic.

“See ya next week,” I would say.

Fortunately,  some folks are now taking me up on that.

Hatin’ Dwight Howard

August 13, 2012

First, the Trayvon Martin incident happened, the one involving a part-white and part-Hispanic man killing an unarmed black teenager.  That happened in Sanford, a place where I DJ.  Now, here comes something else tragic: Orlando folks pissed about Dwight Howard leaving the Magic for the Lakers.  I hadn’t heard such bitchin’ and moanin’ since Shaq left.  And that went on for years and years.  Oh yea, I DJ in Orlando, too.

On Facebook, I noticed the hate and colorful words aimed at Mr. Howard on a fan page.   Amused, I decided to gather a collection and post them on a blog.

Let me point this out: These views are not necessarily the views of all Central Floridians.

Puerto Rican Hooptie

August 12, 2012

This ain’t mine. My car looks far more shittier.

Love my Puerto Rican Hooptie.

A  red 1990 Honda Civic.

Puerto Rican because Puerto Ricans

the onely ones I see driving Hondas.

Always the ones asking do I want to sell it too.

Hooptie because old car always making unusual noises

and the car’s paint peels.


Takes me almost every where I want to go.

Gets me from one DJ gig to the other.

Best thing of all?

It’s paid for.

No annoying monthly payments.


A hooptie.

Yet, I appreciate it.

Mr. Pierre’s Hump Day

August 9, 2012

Because I usually DJ on Wednesday nights, I almost didn’t attend Mr. Pierre’s Hump Day, an event involving erotic spoken-word and burlesque dancing.  Yet, because my Wednesday night venue is temporally closed, I headed to The Peacock Room where Hump Day took place.

First came the readings.

Michael Pierre, the host.  Michael is the Vice President of Suzi Fox Fashion, a fashion line creating costumes for burlesque, fetish and theater.

Pappa D (Michael Pappademos):

Matt Kelland, a reader from the UK:

Michael introducing Anna Maya:

Anna’s Ferox shows presents burlesque entertainment in the Orlando area.

Deena Velvet:

Jesse Bradley. Currently, he runs a story telling series every Tuesday at ReUrban Think, located in Downtown Orlando.

Mark Parchman.  He read a story about pegging.  If you don’t know what that is, Google it.

Me.  I hadn’t read poetry in months. It felt good to read it again.

Photo by Anthony Bonilla

Reno Mussatto. He performed the drums as we read. Currently, he performs in The Bird Dog Bobby Band.

After the reading, two members of The Big Bang Boom Cabaret performed burlesque.

Gams Dee Vyne:

Kissa Von Addams:

In another room, Scarlet Lush and Deena Velvet performed fetish on two dudes.

The battery on my Canon Rebel died.  So, I used the camera setting on my Toshiba camcorder.

Tod Caviness. By reader’s choice in The Orlando Weekly, he was chosen as Orlando’s number one poet.  He read first that night.  Yet,  I didn’t like the picture I took of him reading.

For those of you believing fetish is just a Caucasian thing, think again.  Check out brotha man suckin’ some toes.

The Big Bang Boom Cabaret returned with another performance.

At least for the moment, my DJ venue closing temporarily may have been a blessing in disguise.  Oh well, I know I had fun.

Photo by Michael Pierre