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Does This Pic Proves Google Hires Racists?

January 20, 2014

Here I am on this fine MLK Day looking at the stats on my blog.  I study the search word section and what do I see?   Three rows down, I see “happy nigger day!” Now, why in the fuck would Google send these fuckers my way.  As you can see, Google sent them here TWICE. Or is there more to this?  Is this some sneaky shit a Google employee is trying to send me?  I don’t know.  I don’t mind people knocking me for running a music, night life and booty blog. Yet, with me being black, I don’t find “happy nigger day” funny.

On the real tip, I’m not blogging this for sympathy.  I’m blogging to this showing how stupid some people are.

Happy Nigger Day search

Two Year Blogging Anniversary

May 7, 2013
fish eye lens

That’s me in the very back.  Photo by Miriam Lorenzi

Today marks the two year anniversary of The DJ Stone Crazy Spot.  Two years ago on this very day, I started the blog you are now reading.

On that note, I decided to run a top ten of my most popular blogs.  Surprisingly, all of them weren’t booty blogs.  Yes, despite folks coming to my blog looking for booty pics, some readers set aside booty-searching time and read my music blogs too.  So, here we go.   The top blogs.

10. The “I’m a Twat” List for DJs: A funny list created by DJ Wizzy.

9. The Top Ten Most Overrated White Musicians: I had to do it.

8. Rockin’ An Eighties Hair Metal Party: I DJed 80s rock all night. This blog also contains photos of that night.

7. School of Hard Knocks: Photos of women dressed as Catholic school girls.

6. Skrillex Versus Daft Punk: A silly-assed meme I found on Facebook.

5. Visiting for the Pics: This is when I first realized some folks weren’t visiting my blog for the beautiful words.

4. Videotaping Dancing Cuties: Not only do you see booty pics, you also witness dancing cuties in a video.

3. Bad Santa and the Angry Elves: Photos of a band mixing punk rock with Christmas music.

2. The Top Ten Dirtiest and Nastiest Rap Songs Ever: A list that would make Satan blush.

1. Friends Cheer Me Up with Booty Pics Friends cheer me up with booty pics after my complaining about the evils of fake booty.

Two years down and more blogging fun to come.

Lesbane: Villain from Porno Batman

February 12, 2013

I know many readers aren’t finding my blog because of my excellent writing skills.  Nope, many land on my blog searching for booty.

booty search


No problem with that, I guess.  Still, some of these people can’t spell.  Observe what I found in the search section.

Perverts Can't Spell

The plural for booty is “booties”.   Also, what the hell is a “lesbane”.   Only people I hear saying “lesbane” are rednecks trying to say “lesbian”.  When I asked the question on Facebook, a friend said Lesbane could be the villain from a porno-Batman movie.


Oh well, life goes on.

Created a New Blog for Camera Phone Pics

January 13, 2013

Recently, I created a blog dedicated to my camera phone pics.

New Years 2013: behind the bar

I call it Stone Crazy’s Camera Phone Pics. (Click on the title to get there.)

Notice I use the words “camera phone” and not “iphoneography”, a current word for iPhone pics.  I avoided that silly-assed word on purpose.  You never know.  The iPhone may become obsolete.

The blog you’re currently reading shall remain mostly a DJ and nightlife blog, one that I plan to keep going.

Hump Day 12-12-2013 and Peacock, Wally's 12-14-2012 079

The More Photos-Less Words Blog

September 25, 2012

This was supposed to be a DJ blog.

I intended to focus mostly on music and my life as a DJ.  I still somewhat do that.  Yet,  photos attract more traffic my way than my beautiful prose.

I’ll still blog as DJ Stone Crazy.


As I continue writing about music and the DJ life, the reader may see me lean more towards photography.  Especially the ones involving Central Florida’s nightlife.

That’s all for now.

I Need To Hear Britney Spears ASAP!

November 18, 2011

During a Wednesday night DJ gig, two young ladies began annoying me with song requests.   When folks make requests, I attempt finding a spot where the song fits in the mix.   The song could go next or it may go after one or two songs.  But the two young ladies couldn’t wait.  They wanted the songs right now, as if the whole world centered around them and their music choices.

Britney, bitch!

They attended my nights before, a blonde and a brunette.  When I posted photos of my events  on Facebook, Miss Brunette complained about not being in the pictures.  Also, when I took Blondie’s photo, she always complained about how she looked.

Also, they used to attend my nights with guys who always requested angry rock music, the kind involving the lead singer growling the lyrics.  Instead of “Stone Crazy”, one of their male friends kept me calling me “Crazy Stone”.   I never understood that.  As everyone called me by the right name, he called me something different.

After nights of tolerating their male friend’s angry music, Miss Brunette and Blondie now wanted to dictate my play list.

“I need to hear Britney Spears ASAP,” said Blondie.  “I was crying earlier.  I was in tears.  I need to hear Britney.”

As for her tears, I didn’t give a shit.  Just like I wouldn’t care if it was her birthday.   Like everyone else, she had to wait.  The minute you give some people leniency, they take advantage of it.   Before you know it, I’ll be playing Blondie’s requests ASAP all night

After searching the song, it appeared as if the Britney song could go next.

“I’m playing it,” I said.

Then, I physically turned Blondie around and moved her out of my booth.

Miss Brunette kept it up with more requests.  All were songs I didn’t have, which ceased the constant requests.

What annoyed me the most?  After requesting all those songs and demanding them ASAP, these two didn’t even have the common decency to tip.  People are always talking about black folks not tipping.  Yet, apparently some white people possess a tipping problem too.

Next thing I knew, I saw drunk Blondie outside… falling down on the street.  Miss Brunette had to pick her up.  People sitting outside watched too.

“That’s how I like my white womenz” I said.  “Drunk.”

Miss Brunette walked Blondie towards the parking lot located across the street.

I went back inside continuing the evening’s mix.

I can’t make this shit up, one of the reasons why I blog.

Hey, DJ, Aren’t You A Spoken-Word Artist?

August 11, 2011

In some circles, I’m known as a DJ.  In others, I’m known as a photographer.  Yet, most Central Floridians know me as a spoken-word artist.

Photo by Jim Leatherman

Due to schedule conflicts, I don’t read poetry at open-mics much these days.  At the moment, I don’t even miss it.   I do not miss folks talking in the audience as I’m trying to read.   I do not miss folks inviting me to read at special events. And then find out I can’t cuss.   When money was involved, I didn’t mind the no-cussing rule.  At least, I got compensation for it.  As for not cussing and reading for free?  I never liked it.  In the first place,  reading poetry at some events rarely benefited me. All I gained from that is psuedo-intellectuals wanting to talk all night. Contrary to popular belief, poets do not get laid. They get talked to death.

Recently, I was voted Orlando’s Second Best Spoken-Word artist.   Because of my recent inactivity in the poetry scene, I can deal with that.  Of course, I would love to have gotten the number one spot.  Who wouldn’t?   Yet, I can live with number two.

Being number two maybe a good thing.   Pretentious-types avoid number two.  They rather hang around number one, a good thing because pretentious-types annoy me.

Being a DJ has put far more money in my pocket than poetry ever has.  Also, there are times I see more eye candy on my DJ nights versus poetry and open-mic nights. (I might catch shit for saying that. Fuck it, I don’t care.)  The only exception is black poetry readings.  It’s Ass Central on those nights.

Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not knocking poetry.  In some cases, it has opened doors for me.   Also, I hadn’t given up on writing.  If I did that, I wouldn’t be writing blogs.  Still, I just don’t miss reading poetry at the moment.