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Booze, Babes and Bar Fighting

July 2, 2011

Last night, I DJed Broke-Ass Fridays, a monthly event happening the first Friday of the month. The first of the month is rent and mortgage time, the time many people wind up broke. Thus the name Broke-Ass Fridays.

A happy patron at Broke-Ass Firdays.

On this night, it’s ten dollar all you can drink PBR draft.

A few folks were already in the bar as I began setting up. Mostly the over thirty crowd.

After setting up, more and more people entered.

I played a mixture of 70s, 80s and 90s music, and that contained a mix of pop, soul and rock.

Soon, someone started requesting modern rock. Due to constant rock requests during my past gigs, I had to rearrange my mix. Too much rock music runs patrons out of the bar, especially the aggressive kind containing the lead singer growling the lyrics. They sound somewhat like this: Rrraagge! Angerrrr! The Beeasst must diiiee!

That’s why I mix funkier music in between rock requests, to keep patrons from leaving. And folks have thanked me for it.

Around 10:30, I attempted a trivia game. By this time, the bar was packed. After I read a question off my laptop, whoever answered first got a prize, mostly stickers from a local radio station.

After the trivia game, people began leaving. And that didn‘t surprise me. I have seen this in other bars. You have both your before 12AM crowd and your after 12AM crowd. Before 12AM, things go dead temporarily.

By this time, the rage-anger-die requests started., which pissed off some patrons…even the white folks.

“What’s with this death metal shit?!”

Because the rage-anger-die people tipped, I couldn’t complain too loud about the music. Also, not many people was in the bar anyway. Still, I mixed funkier music in between the rage-anger-die requests.

After 12AM, just like I guessed, the bar began filling up again. Many of the rage-anger-die folks had already gone home.

As I grooved the atmosphere, a fight broke out. A Latin guy slammed a black guy against my equipment. The Latin guy was my buddy Chris. The black guy was a known troublemaker named Thaddeus. (Thaddeus is a known gay too.)

“Who’s gonna kill Mo?!” Chris yelled at Thaddeus.

Folks was holding Chris back as I attempted getting in between.

“Who’s gonna kill Mo?!” Chris yelled again.

Mo is the owner of the bar.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Thaddeus said.

He then got up and left the bar.

Later, folks told me Thaddeus posted nasty comments on FaceBook about killing Mo and burning the bar down. This after previous trouble he caused at the bar.

A young lady helped me put my equipment back together. Nothing got broke.

As she helped me, some nutcase attempted hitting on her.

“Don’t you see she’s working, man?” I told him.

The one on the left helped me put my equipment back together.

I pumped jams from all genres. I even dipped into sixties soul. Fuck trying to represent what makes real music. I didn’t care if it was a shitty pop song. If I felt it made women shake booty or caused a drunken sing-a-long, I played it.

As usual, after all the boozing and beats, the good time quickly ended. The last song was Garth Brooks “Friends In Low Places”, one of few country songs that I actually like.

Because of the good time I had, I can’t wait for next month.

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The No Requests DJ

June 26, 2011

Last night, a DJ played in a local bar.  He jammed his beats on the bar’s stage.  On technology he had me beat.  A laptop sat on the first level of his stand as his huge controller sat on the second.  Not only that, he owned two PA speakers and the capability to show videos on two of the bar’s wide-screen televisions.  The televisions existed high on the wall behind the bar counter.

I understand the logic behind this.

No way in hell could I compete with that.  My usual equipment is my laptop, external hard drive and an electrical outlet chord.

As far as his talent goes?  It’s questionable.   In many nightclubs, whole songs aren’t played anymore.  Now, you hear maybe half  of the song and the DJ immediately cuts into another.  I understand the logic.  Any drag in the music may stop folks from dancing.   Still,  isn’t it disrespectful  to the artist to only play half the song?   Maybe, folks know something I don’t.

I noticed a No Requests sticker on back of the DJ’s laptop.   Sometimes, I wish I can get away with that.  As me and the crowd are grooving, some clueless fuck requests something that screws up the whole program.  I understand perfectly well why some Djs won’t take requests.

Yet, some requests steers me into the right direction.  The right request informs me on what the crowd really wants to hear.  With that, the crowd energy pumps up.  Despite the annoyances, this is why I except requests.

Many bar patrons danced to No Request DJ’s music.  I wondered if I could cause this same crowd the same excitement with my equipment.  Or could I cause higher excitement?

In this bar, I may never get the chance to see.   Yet, I refuse butchering people’s music like I saw No Request DJ doing.  If that makes me old-school and out of date, so be it.

Irritating Song Requests

June 13, 2011

The Peacock Room exists on the outskirts of Downtown Orlando. As I wouldn’t necessarily call it upscale, The Peacock Room does attract the martini-drinking professional crowd.  Also, because the place hosts art openings once a month, it attracts the art crowd too.
From one to two times a month on Sundays, I setup at the bar counter, the far end where folks rarely notice me.

Patrons at Peacock's bar counter. (The DJ's point of view)

Because I left my laptop’s power chord at home, my friend Michael loaned me the chord to his.  I rarely ever see Michael without his laptop in The Peacock Room. Good thing he decided to bring it tonight.
As I was setting up, a young white woman who appeared twenty-something approached me.  Her light brown hair was tied in a ponytail.

“Are you doing the music?” she asked.
“Yea,” I answered. “But I’m not ready yet.”
As she walked away, I had a feeling she was going to be irritating.
As soon as I got things started, the young woman came back.
At this time, I was playing “Black Betty” by Ram Jam, a song request by my friend Mindy.
“Can you play Old 97?” the young woman asked.
“I’ll see if I got it,” I answered.
I was familiar with the name but didn’t know the music.  And I didn’t have it either.
I could’ve easily looked for the group on the Internet.  All I had to do was go to a site named GrooveShark and play a song from there.  Yet, because no one at Peacock told me I must honor everyone’s request, I didn’t do it.
“I don’t have it,” I told the young woman.
At the bar counter, she was sitting next to a friend, a brunette who looked around her age.  Because the end of the counter curved, I could talk to them face to face.
Both started naming off other groups for me to play, all of them rock.
As I moved into eighties hip-hop, I ignored the two women.
The first young woman brought up groups again.

“Does it look I own that music?” I asked.

Then, her and her friend brought up more groups.  One of them was Sublime.

Mindy

After the fourth hip-hop song, I played Sublime’s “What I Got”.

“Are you going to leave me alone now?” I asked them.

“Yes,” the first one said.

After Sublime, I played “Would” by Alice  In Chains.  The two left after that song.

The way those two kept going on about groups annoyed the hell out of me, as if I must absolutely play what theyrequest.  I don’t mind requests.  Still, if the DJ don’t have your music, just let it go.  Adding more pressure makes you look like an idiot.

Chill Tuesdays Playlist: 6-7-2011

June 11, 2011

Chillin' on a Tuesday night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a sample of the music I played last Tuesday.

 

 

 

 

1. Mysterons by Portishead:  Classic trip-hop from the album Dummy.   Beth Gibbens sings over a haunting groove reminiscent of fifties to early sixties sci-fi movies.

2.Witness Dub by Roots Manuva:  Mostly known as a British rapper, Roots delivers head-nodding dub.  

3. The Forgotten People by Thievery Corporation:  A cool song sounding as if it came straight from Bombay.  Actually, it’s by a group based in Washington DC.

4. Of Course,This Way Madame by Forbidden Ensemble:  From the album Porno Soundtracks Volume One, this funky instrumental takes you back to seventies porn .  Incidentally, seventies porn music partly inspired my chill nights.

5. Eple by Royksopp:  A space-age instrumental where one can either chill or dance to.

6. 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps: Another  trip-hop classic with Kellie Dayton (now Kelli Ali) beautifully singing.

7. Christiansands by Tricky: From the king of trip-hop, another elegant funky number including the beautiful vocals of Martina Topley-Bird.

 

Published In DJ Digital Tips

June 10, 2011

If you can help it, resist deejaying at a bar counter.

Today, Digital DJ Tips, an online magazine, published one of my articles. The article deals with times deejaying both behind a bar counter and near it.

Here’s the address: http://www.digitaldjtips.com/2011/06/opinion-why-a-digital-dj-should-never-play-from-behind-the-bar/#comments

Videotaping Dancing Cuties

May 14, 2011

For those that don’t know it (usually my new readers), I am a huge fan of the female posterior.

Because of this, a special birthday cake was created just for me.

Either I’m writing poetry about booty, photographing booty or playing music to inspire booty shaking.

One night, some young cuties requested Juvenile’s “Back That Ass Up”. Of course, I played it. Anything to inspire booty shaking.

As I attempted to video tape the dancing cuties, some woman kept interrupting me. Normally, I edit my vids. This I left alone.

My MP3 Kicks Your Vinyl’s Ass

May 10, 2011

Despite the blog’s title, I refuse covering what’s better, vinyl or MP3. Yet, after reading comments on websites, vinyl DJs work on my last damned nerves. Especially when they accuse laptop Djs of not being real DJs.

Regardless of equipment, a DJ’s main job is making people happy. Piss off clubbers and bar patrons, the establishment’s owner or the event promoter won’t hire your ass again. Piss off people at your buddy’s house party and he or she may cuss you out. Keeping this kind of rep flowing nicknames you DJ Suck Ass, even if you use vinyl.

Does the laptop create better DJs? Fuck no, nobody claimed that. Does vinyl? Only vinyl Djs and their groupies believe that.

If I owned a bar or club, I could care less about equipment. If a DJ’s music choice fails to inspire booty shaking, he or she is getting fired.

Recently, a fellow DJ quoted a local bar owner.

“You guys all sound the same,” the bar owner went. “Why should I pay you top dollar when I can hire an unknown DJ for less?”

Resist sounding like other Djs. You want to be remembered as the person who inspires booty shaking. Or the reason why some bar patrons bought an extra drink before they went home.

Vinyl or MP3, if you suck, neither one can help you.