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Sanford, Florida: The Rally For Trayvon Martin

March 23, 2012

On March 22, I attended the Sanford rally for Trayvon Martin, an unarmed black teenager killed by a white man named George Zimmerman.  Okay, Zimmerman’s ethnic background actually consists of a white father and a Peruvian mother.  Still, in my humble opinion, his being part Latino doesn’t excuse bigotry towards African-Americans.

For new readers to my blogs, Sanford is where I DJ every week, the same town where Trayvon was killed.

I won’t write much. So, enjoy the pics.


The Reverend Al Sharpton appeared. I didn’t get all that speech and I was also too far back to actually see him.  Yet, here’s a snippet of his speech.

A New Year’s Eve DJ Gig: No Fights and No Idiots!!!

January 2, 2012

This DJ gig almost didn’t happen.  As the owner of Little Fish-Huge Pond brought New Year’s Eve to my attention, I really didn’t know what her plans where.  Also, she got the impression I didn’t want to come. Two days prior to the actual event, I became the official New Year’s Eve entertainment.

Photo by Col. Rinker

The evening evolved into one of my better nights, no fights and no idiots irritating the DJ.

In the middle is my buddy, Eric Mathews, an artist whose paintings display at Little Fish.  The couple posing with him bought one of Eric’s pieces that night.

As folks inside danced,

folks outside chilled.

I guess tonight’s photo theme was flipping the bird.

As Dick Clark’s New Year’s  played on the television, we counted down simultaneously to it.   10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1!  Happy New Year !  Then, I played Guy Lombardo’s version of Auld Lang Syne.

Speaking of music, I played a variety that night.  Current hits be damned!  I even dipped back to the 50s with Tutti Fruiti by Little Richard.  As I did receive requests for current songs, no one seemed to mind the overall mix. Folks seemed more focused  on having a nice evening.

From two reliable sources, word got back to me another Downtown Sanford bar didn’t do as expected, a bar hosting a DJ with far more advanced equipment than mine. Word has it the place was dead.

Nothing against the bar.  Besides, I’m friends with the owner.  Still, after seeing the nice crowd at my spot, I smiled.  Hopefully, this is a 2012 omen.


Bad Santa and The Angry Elves

December 11, 2011

Last Thursday, I DJed Christmas music during Sanford’s Unofficial Alive After Five. Why unofficial? During official monthly events, streets are closed down. Streets weren’t closed down this night. From what I heard, due to last December’s low attendance, city officials canceled this month’s event. Yet, local merchants decided hosting the night anyway.

My spot existed in front of Little Fish-Huge Pond, right along with Bad Santa and The Angry Elves, a band performing twisted versions of Christmas songs.

Here’s some photos.

Later on, with more band members, the group performed inside Little Fish-Huge Pond.  Inside, bad words flew from Bad Santa’s mouth all night, even with kids present.

In the following pic, Debra Myers performs a wonderful version of  “Santa Baby”.   So wonderful, it aroused my candy cane.

Troy Garfield Goins sung a funny version of “Twelve Days of Christmas”.

The crew even performed Run-DMC’s “Christmas in Hollis”.

Sometimes,  a live act beats having a DJ.  Many DJs don’t interact with the crowd or at least, pay attention to them.  With their enjoying themselves and involving audience members, Bad Santa and The Angry Elves prove themselves professional performers.

Old School Friday at The Peacock Room

November 28, 2011

Last Friday at The Peacock Room, I played an old school set, 80s/90s hip hop and soul.

Because it was the night after Thanksgiving, I was forewarned business might be slow.

To fit the theme, I decided to wear a hoodie.  I wanted to look my 90s Ice Cube best.

Photo by Joe Austin

Last time I DJed a Friday night at The Peacock Room, some patrons worked on my last damned nerves.  One dude kept shoving his cell phone in my face, showing me his music request.  With others?  After playing their request, they returned and made another request.  Then, after that song, they made another request.  On and on they went with that bullshit, playing the DJ like a jukebox.

Tonight, as I played old school, two separate requests approached me for current artists. One dude wanted to hear David Guetta.  After telling  him tonight’s theme, he later requested Stevie B.  For him I played “Spring Love.” A young blonde wanted to hear A Tribe Called Quest and Kanye West.  After telling her the theme too, we settled on A Tribe Called Quest.  For that I played “Award Tour.”

The two women in the following pic requested Latin Freestyle.  For them I played “Fantasy Girl” by Johnny O.

I decided old school for several reasons.  For one, you can hear the current hits in any other bar or night club.  Two, when it comes to The Peacock Room, it’s wise to DJ with a theme.  Before you know it, patrons start requesting songs and genres you definitely had no intentions playing.  Another reason?  Many Peacock Room patrons are in their thirties and forties, a group who would appreciate 80s and 90s music.

Just like I was told, the crowd remained small.  Still, something surprised the hell out of me.  Normally, I would play The Peacock Room on a Sunday.   After word got out I was going to be here on Friday, some  of the Sunday night crowd showed up.  A small town DJ from Sanford, Florida achieved what some big city Orlando DJs only wish they had, a following.  And does my small following pull an attitude about me using a laptop?  Hellz no!  They are more focused on the music versus my equipment.

When it comes to old school, the only thing I’ll do different next time is playing 80s funk and soul first. Beginning the night with hardcore 90s hip hop can almost clear the bar.  In a bar’s first shift of people, folks just wanna talk.  Cypress Hill telling people to throw their sets in the air is not good background music for chatting.  Next time, just like with Miami booty music,  groups like Wu-Tang and NWA might have to go on after twelve.

Too busy worrying about my mix and heading to the bathroom, I didn’t take any photos until towards the night’s end.


Another Last Minute DJ Gig At The Peacock Room

November 14, 2011

Last Sunday, as I enjoyed Rise of the Planet of the Apes in a cheap seat theater, my cellphone ranged.

Knowing how movie goers feel about cellphones, I went, “My Bad.”

I walked to the lobby and answered the phone.

“Hello,” I answered.

“What are you doing,” Joe from the Peacock Room answered.

“Watching a movie.”

“You wanna come in tonight around 10 or 10:30?  We have no entertainment tonight.”


I got there and they did have entertainment, a one man band guy who plays many instruments.  Yet, just like me, he was called at the last minute.

I played most of the night as One Man Band played for about thirty minutes and left.

Here’s some photos.

Oh yea, at the end of the night, Danny got on the mic.

Broke-Ass Friday: Jive Ass Turkey Edition

November 8, 2011

Another Broke Ass Friday happened last Friday night at Little Fish-Huge Pond in Sanford, Florida. The night focused on 70s funk and soul music thus the name Jive Ass Turkey.  Nobody dressed the part. Still, folks had fun.

Most patrons appeared in their twenties, more than likely born in the eighties. Yet, they still enjoyed the music I played.

As I played the likes of Issac Hayes and Labelle, Peter Frampton’s “Do You Feel Like I Do” wound up in the mix too. Actually, the latter was the only rock song I played.  Yea, I played Kiss’s “I Was Made For Lovin’ You.”  Yet, that isn’t a rock song.  That’s disco.

Caught up in the funky moment, I didn’t take photographs until the last song, Chic’s “Good Times” mixed with “Rapper’s Delight” by the Sugar Hill Gang. The only rap song I played.

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.