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A Second DJ Gig at Orlando’s Lil Indies

February 28, 2013

Last Friday, I performed a DJ gig at Lil Indies in Orlando, Florida.

a guy in a bar wearing a goatee

After performing here before, tonight was my second time.

What I didn’t mention last time was Lil Indies being non-smoking.

Fram on top of a pole

Advantages and disadvantages exist in that.  The advantage? Clean air and no second-hand smoke.   The disadvantage?  Almost everyone outside smoking as you play to an almost empty bar.  This didn’t happen all night.  Yet, it can be annoying.

Friends showed up.

Stephanie Porta: One of Orlando’s up and coming person to watch.  She’s the director of Organize Now, a progressive organization fighting against injustice.

a brown haired woman

Trevor Fraser: a long time friend and local poet.

guy wearing blue epcot t-shirt

Crystal Buchanan: He family owns Best Used Books in Longwood.

woman in purple shirt

Charlie, Tod and a guy who’s name I never got:  Charlie is Crystal’s brother.  With Jorge Dovales, he was in the band Vomit Pop.  Tod and his buddy are dudes I always see at Peacock Room, a joint down the street from Lil Indies.  Plus Tod always helped me with sound at Peacock Room.

Three dudes at a bar table drinking beer

For the most part, I enjoyed myself.  Unlike last time, I played more hip-hop.

Speaking of hip-hop, check out this bar sign.

chimay bar sign

 

Later on, Tod told me to come outside and check out some car.  When I went outside, I recognized it right away, a car with flashing lights I saw in Sanford.

flashing lights car

 

I was happy some of my friends showed.  Sometimes, that don’t happen.  I don’t know when or if I’ll be back at Lil Indies.  Still, I enjoyed the evening.

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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.

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

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.

Laptop DJ: MP3 Thief

May 8, 2011

You think you’re slick, don’t you? I know your past and currents deeds concerning MP3s.

First, you used to download music from YouTube. At one of your gigs, a bar patron showed you how to do it. Sometimes the downloaded music sounded nice. Other times crappy noise passing as music blasted from your laptop speakers.

Next, you moved on to the public library. Librarians knew what you were doing too, as if they didn’t know why you always checked out so many compact discs. One librarian even hipped you to checking out the newly returned area, the spot containing the better selections. They knew you were copying copyrighted music. Yet, they were probably more concerned with people checking out items versus what people were doing with the items. The more people checked out items, the more proof government money is being well spent.

Also, after talking to other laptop deejays, you remembered a friend hooking you up with a torrent account. Like some folks with heroin, torrents became your addiction. You even downloaded music you didn’t even like. And you’re still doing it.

Do you not know torrents are bad news? Did you not get the memo? The recording industry can rip off musicians but you can’t rip off the recording industry. Yea, I know. File-sharing copyrighted music has not been proven to hurt music sales. You and I both know this. Yet, this won’t shut up the recording industry.

Another thing, remember the gangsta rapper who turned shrewd business man when it came to file-sharing?

Writer Leonard Pitts pointed it out. On the records, he’s a thug. Yet, off the records, he’s far from that. All of a sudden, he wasn’t a thug when he thought file-sharing was taking food out of his kids’ mouths, a studio gangsta badmouthing real gangstas. Recently, you downloaded one of Studio Gangsta’s albums… and didn’t pay a penny for it. Oh well, fuck him.

You’re a thief. I know this. How do I know this? That’s none of your damned business.