PlagueI am not ambitious.
Really I'm not. Yes, I do want to be one of the scene DJ's that people enjoy and will dance to, and get paid reasonably for that. But I'm not of a mind that I'm all that important (which could beg the question of who I expect might read this) and mostly I'm just constantly seeking approval (which really isn't all that different from anyone else.)
And I'm constantly learning. Which is why, for the simple fact that it was "Old School Night," I felt the need to prepare in a way I'd never done before. I did some deep music research, practice spins with a lot of unfamiliar tracks, and consultations with my DJ peers just to feel like I had a strong enough sense of what might be expected of me for an "old school" setting.
So, though it turned into an advantage, basically I over-prepared. And as it turns out, "old school" may just not actually mean anything by itself to the people who come to a night.
So it is, I can't even take credit for the fact that Plague had nearly a full house, with the "Goth-Fly-A-Kite" weekend being (in my mind, at least) a huge draw. I simply can't conceive that all that many people came specifically because I was one of the DJ's. It might be true, but how would I really know?
Regardless, it is SO rewarding to have a crowd that size respond to what I spin! I'm very grateful to
Amy and Gothic Maine for offering me the opportunity to spin there so frequently.
One of my favorite moments of any night is playing my last track and feeling I can drop something a little outside format without making the floor run away. I tend to reserve my
Spitgloss mash-up for that but I really wanted to go another direction and give it a rest.
Now I have been aware of this superb industrial cover of White Stripe's
Seven Nation Army for a while now but could never find more than half of the track anywhere and have been astonished that no one has ever played it in our scene to date.
As the song started I saw a few people pause momentarily as recognition set in (in almost no time, DJ 8-Bit was up to the booth to find out who it was) but no one left and the floor swelled just that little bit more; it was a hit!
One other favorite moment of the night: mounting Bunny's chest on the couch and having her scream that I got my junk "in her hooter-titties" was excessively funny!
I'll be back at
Plague at the beginning of August. My playlist is posted at the end of this entry.
Pride ParadeSupermark was my hero, giving me a safe place to lay my head for 2-3 hours afterward.
(Thank you sir!)
I was up and at the parade registration exactly at our designated time, which is good, because the team manager wasn't and might not have shown up to secure our registration on time if I hadn't been there to call him and get him there.
So on approximately 2 hours of sleep and in the course of waiting around for 4 hours for the parade to start and wearing an old pair of white overalls that have, in several years of disuse, become a little tight on me, I started to get a little high-strung. I'd never driven in a parade before so I didn't know what to expect and I was more than concerned someone was going to walk their kid under the car I was driving. It was pretty chaotic, after all!
Our promo team for KOOZA from Cirque du Soleil and our drag queen, Ms. Demeena, were nice enough though I sensed a certain dismissive attitude from most of the GBLT folks I came in contact with, as if they had some sort of "radar" that recognized I wasn't really one of them. Maybe that was my imagination and some amount of the energy drinks I had drank to stay conscious.
One the parade started I had a good time, playing the same two tracks (a Depeche Mode mash up of
Policy of Truth & Enjoy the Silence and my
Spitgloss mash up, officially celebrating its one year birthday as of the parade) over and over might have driven our team a little crazy, but it's not like the people we paraded past would know.
It feels like it was a tremendous success, as we gave away practically everything we had stored in the car, but who knows. It was fun nonetheless and the team manager sounded happy enough with me that he'd hire me for other projects.
All that and my car didn't get stolen from where I'd parked it, so it was a great and exhausting couple of days, only further rewarded by coming home to find the Halovox CD in my mailbox (Thanks Frank!) I only wish I had gotten it in time to drop his Fly on the Windscreen cover... next time.
:)
Oh and here's that playlist:
PLAGUE; June 13( set one: ) ( set two: )