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Monday, April 14th, 2003
2:56 pm	Off Book Tomorrow is our first rehearsal and the director wants us all off book. I'm not even close. That gives me about 24 hours to really nail this script down. I've had the script for a couple weeks but time has been in short supply. I was going to hit it hard this weekend, but I hooked up with a cutie I've been seeing, spackled and sanded the walls in our newly constructed studio, watched the first season of The Shield on DVD, and played Star Wars video games all weekend instead. Ooops. I always do it this way. Wait till the last minute. We have something like 3 weeks of rehearsal so I am in no way worried, but I'd like to get off to a good start with the director. I'm sitting here at work on a (fortunately) very slow day. They are supposed to have some work for me in a few hours, so I have to sit around waiting with nothing to do. Perfect opportunity to memorize the lines. I've been doing it for about an hour, and the stuff I had memorized 20 minutes ago is escaping me. Break time. It is good to focus on something else for a period and then dig back in. The brief break allows the brain a moment to absorb what it has been learning. Thus this entry. I'd love to be reading threads over on the SDMB or reading some news articles but I opted for a journal entry instead. My brother just turned 18 a couple of days ago. He was a bit of a dork growing up but he has turned into one very cool young man. He is smart, capable, and funny. I always used to hide around corners and scare the shit out of him when we were growing up. I'm nine years older than him and when he would whine I would have to stay home to play with him. So I made playtime a neverending game of hide-and-scare. Cracked me up at the time. Now that he is a young adult he decided it was time for payback. As we were leaving my dad's house one night when I was home for Christmas, he hid behind the door and jumped out yelling, successfully scaring the shit out of me. He laughed his ass off and said "Just think, you got to scare me for 10 or 11 years. Now you've got a whole lifetime of payback ahead of you. Hope it was worth it." He has become a worthy opponent. He later took me in arm wrestling. Kid is getting big and I love him. He emails me for advice on women and dealing with an over-protective mom. He learns quick and has some really interesting things to say about the world and his goals. Good to see him becoming a fine young man. He's much less of a degenerate then myself at that age. He still has time, but, he drinks one of those new Zima clone sugary drink things when he wants to get drunk. I was onto real beer by the time I was 17. He just may avoid becoming the booze-hound that his brother is at that rate (I drink daily). He is looking forward to going to some place called "Coyote Ugly" with buddies this week in KY (where he lives) It is a titty bar he tells me. Makes the heart all warm and fuzzy. I just may shed a tear. Anyway, back to memorizing. It's like school all over again. Got a day to memorize what should take weeks. I'm pretty good at last minute cramming though. I'm making up some index cards to cheat with at the first rehearsal just in case. They said "mostly off book" so I figure they won't mind. "Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary." ~ Anonymous DaLovin' Dj (Comment on this)
Monday, April 7th, 2003
10:34 am	Snowing in New York again. You think Pucette is going to explode? How much are we supposed to get from this storm? I don't watch the local news because it makes me ill. I keep expecting the Fox Problem Solvers to take it to the next level and start beating the shit out of the people they expose. They've got 'em all wearing black now, like some sort of media mafia. Idiots. So I forsake the whole damn thing but I miss local weather as a tradeoff . . . In other news they recast the play I am in (where I was supposed to play an autistic kid) and made me a lead. Hooray! While I was looking forward to the challenge of playing something so extreme, the role they gave me is on stage pretty much the whole time and has tons of lines. It's a 50-minute one act about a few Southern people called "Deep in the Jeeps of Georgia". It was in the Fringe festival a couple of years ago and the guy who played the autistic character (known as "not right in the head Fred") in the original run will be returning. The other lead will be played by a friend of mine who is great to work with. We've never had much stage time in a show together so I'm really digging this. The girls in the cast are real sweet-hearts. I know them all because the same folks who produced the last show I was in are producing this one. Different director and writer. 3 of the actors in this one were in the last show. What a great cast that was. After years and years of doing theater I've come to expect some bitches (male & female) backstage. In some sub-set of the whole Jane Goodall primate group theory (alpha-males etc.) is "The Theater Cast". Typically you can find at least one diva type personality. One sarcastic cynic. One "I'm too good for this" type. One or two can be worked around, but if you get a bunch of em all being negative at once they can really take the fun out of a show. This last cast was the exact opposite. All professional, funny, and friendly people. Very pleasant. That's not to say that we weren't all smart asses to each other (you have to stay sharp after all). It was a cast that lacked any real drama queens. A refreshing experience. We ran that one for about 3 months so it is a good thing too. The girls they picked for "Jeeps" are very kind souls. It will be a pleasure to work with everyone involved including the director. A woman in her 50's who has been doing theater forever. She has vision and a good heart (I'm speaking to talent here - not her medical status!). "The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life." ~ Oscar Wilde DaLovin' Dj (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 27th, 2003
1:34 pm	Willard. Beware: Spoilers I just saw Willard yesterday. Very dissappointed in Willard's behaivior towards Big Ben. What was so wrong with him? Why you gotta make Socrates the man and diss the obviously equally smart Big Ben? Let Ben sleep with you too. Favoritism is ugly. Some guy was cracking jokes in the back of the theater, which usually annoys the shit out of me. This time, however, the guy's comic timing was terrific. His commentary really made the movie alot more fun for me. When Willard first lies down in bed with Socrates and looks at him lovingly as they are about to go to sleep, the guy behind me goes "Damn, it's gonna be a tight fit . . ." Sophmoric yes, but the way Willard was looking at the mouse it just cracked me up. The guy was black and when they reveal that Socrates is the super smart rat that teaches all the others, he comments "Oh, how come the smart one's gotta be white?" Funny, but he had a point. Willard is prejudiced against black rats. Anyway, instead of the rats being super smart, I walked away feeling like willard had some sort of psychic power over the rats. He could communicate with them I think, rather then them being smart enough to understand him. I think he controled them with pyschic powers, and Big Ben's looking down on him and trying to be domineering (like his boss) was really just an expression of Willard's own subconcious projected onto these rats (Ben becomes his boss - alway watching, always controlling, always critical). Due to his mutant power, the rats act out Willard's own psyche (and all the accompanying baggage) at no fault of their own. They are a slave to his animal-control powers (which I don't even think WIllard realizes he has). I wouldn't have suspected any of this were it not for the last scene where he summons another white rat in a totally different location (different group of rats). Overall, decent, but the guy behind me really made it alot more fun . . . (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 20th, 2003
4:08 pm	I got off of work early yesterday and decided to take a much-needed nap. I'd been up spinning all night, and then had to be at work pretty early. Usually an afternoon nap makes me feel great. Not this time. I had a nightmare. A very realistic nightmare. It started off as a fun dream. Some of my friends and I were at a bar drinking and dancing and singing. The vibe was good. We were having fun. Then I felt a rumbling. A large noise I instantly new to be an explosion. I ran out into the street and looked up Park Avenue (which lets you see about 50 blocks or so up from Union Square). There, coming from midtown, I saw a wall of light rising to twice the height of the Empire State building. People started screaming as they realized what was happening - a nuclear explosion. The wall of light rushed towards me destroying everything in its path. My first thought was to run, but it was coming too fast. The whole thing seemed 100% real to me. I remember my dream self thinking: "So this is how you die. In a damned nuclear attack on New York." Right as the wall was about to hit me I thought to myself: "The only chance I have is if this is a dream . . ." Now, I've realized I'm dreaming before, and usually I love it. I try to stay asleep and control what is happening or take advantage of the fact that my actions won't have any consequences. This was different. I really didn't think I was dreaming. I started muttering to myself "Wake up . . . WAKE UP!!! COME ON!!! WAKE UP!!!". Just as the wall was about to hit me I shot up in bed. I was pulled awake and the sensation was as if someone had hit me. I was sweating, my heart was pounding, and I totally freaked out my cat. I have never had a dream so awful in my life. I looked over at the clock. It was a couple of minutes past 8:00 - Bush's deadline for Mr. Hussein. Bizarre timing. Shaken, I took a shower and changed into some street clothes. I left my Brooklyn pad to go meet a couple friends for a drink and some dinner. On the way into Manhattan, the train stopped in the tunnel for about 10 minutes. I started to get really nervous. I was sure something had happened. Then when I got out of the subway there were all of these workers with masks on and alot of signs warning about asbestos. Outside of the station (Union Square L train) were a bunch of trailer trucks with plastic and duct taped sections that warned of asbestos. I'm not sure what they were doing, but it seemed really strange. I realized I was damn near a panic. I'm usually pretty calm and collected. Quick on my feet and I like to think I'm ready for most challenges that will come my way. I have no idea why my mind was so fucked last night. All I can say is that on that first day of war, I was anything but happy or relieved. I was a mess. The terrible vision I had in my dream better stay there. I don't think I could deal with seeing that again. Don't know if I could convince myself it's a dream again. I hear if you die in your sleep you really die. Probably not true, but I'm not sure cause I've lived through all my dreams (with a couple of close calls. Here's hoping nothing like that ever really happens . . "For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come." ~Hamlet DaLovin' Dj (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 17th, 2003
4:23 pm	Bike Messengers are Crazy! As I was taking a break, I just saw this guy on a bicycle get ever-so-slightly tapped by a cab in front of my office building. The biker swerved, tried to gain control, and then took one of the worst falls I've ever seen. Jesus, that looked like it hurt. He got up and limped away with his bike so I guess he couldn't have been too badly injured (or just doesn't know it yet). The cabbie just kept going like nothing happened. I've always thought guys on bikes get a little to cocky in this city. If you hit a car, odds are the car is going to win. You would think this simple fact was top secret the way some of these guys get so aggressive on their wheels. I feel a little guilty, because I cracked up as soon as I saw that he could get up. Kind of really funny in that "Americas funniest home video" dad-takes-a-baseball-to-the-groin way. Not funny in that I'm sure he was in alot of pain. Why do humans tend to find the pain of others funny (Jackass anyone)? One time a few years ago I was crossing the street at 23rd and 5th Avenue at dusk and the lights were with me so I crossed. I looked and didn't see any cars. As it turns out there was a guy on a bike wearing black who had blended right in and I stepped right in front of his path. He was going really fast. He couldn't change course. He screamed out at the last minute and I took a quick step forward, but only my lower body got out of the way. The result was a kind of full upper-body clothes line. My body stayed firm and he went flying off his bike. It took him a minute to get up, and I tried to help him, but he shrugged me off, got up and was VERY pissed. I apologised (even though he had blown off the traffic lights) and walked away while he was screaming at me. I could easily see a situation like that coming to blows if it had been someone else. Tough town to ride a bike . . . (Comment on this)
2:11 pm	Link-a-licious on the pimp daddy gig tip. (Comment on this)
1:03 pm	Wow. Girl Dj's kill it. I met this super hot chic dj from Cali last night (at a party I shouldn't have been at - I hurt today at work, I mean HURT!)and I couldn't be more impressed. She quoted obscure Tribe Called Quest lyrics off hand. She thinks dancehall reggae is the sexiest stuff on the planet. She can do shots of the hard stuff without so much as blinking. She hates outfits that don't show off her very trim stomach. Ladies that hot shouldn't even be legal. She made a joke about how far the Beastie Boys have come. "Boy, how much their message has changed . . ." she pointed out. We talked about the fact that they now have an anti-war song (off the upcoming new album) on their web site. I was loving her all the way and then she sent me over the top when she said "They used to 'Fight for the right to party' and now they 'Fight to stop the Right party'". Clever girl. Nice play on words there. She is supposed to come by on Tuesday to the gig (daddy couldn't have picked a better week to be on a cool double bill). I got the digits, baby. I figure I wait six days to call unless she comes by on Tuesday and then I'll give it two days from then . . . or was it two and THEN six . . . ehhhh . . . make it 7 days. "And to a party, a house party. Oh let the people just rally round me, and love, we send a message of love. . ." ~ Sublime (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 14th, 2003
10:50 am	Logic Whassup. Been a while since I've made an entry. I've been spending my online time hitting the dope pretty heavy lately. Anyway, I'm trying very hard not to do the happy dance all across this investment bank. I just got booked to play another gig with DJ Logic. If you haven't heard Logic's albums you are definitely missing out on some great music. The man has a gift for composing brilliant musical tapestries. The way he uses the turntable is quite musical in nature as opposed to aggressive dominating scratching. That is to say that he appreciates subtleness when playing with live musicians. He doesn't try to be the driving force unless it is appropriate. When it makes more sense to just accentuate, he does. He writes many songs and his work on the decks is sublime without being overbearing. It's not really hip-hop he plays (usually), as much as funk/jammy stuff with a little latin flavor mixed in. Dope. Even if they don't typically like DJ's most people dig his stuff when I play it. He has made a reputation for himself by jamming with alot of bands that you wouldn't associate with Dj's such as Martin, Medeski, & crew, some of the guys from the Allman Brothers, and alot of NYC local jam masters. He once played with a bluegrass band at "The Jammies", a yearly award ceremony held here in NYC which celebrates the best jam bands of the year. He also recently started an eclectic sounding band called "Yojimbe Brothers" with the lead guitarist from the band "In Living Color". Yojimbe, by the way, is a natural herb that is supposed to give you long lasting sexual inspiration. Or so they say . . . He has another band he works with called "Project Logic" that features some VERY talented musicians. To sum up: he is versatile, talented, prolific, and successful as a solo Dj as well as part of a band. The Dj's dream come true. Next Tuesday, there is going to be a post-Alllman show (they are playing the Beacon) party at a place called Mod. Dj logic is going to be playing the downstairs room, and yours truly is going to be playing the upstairs room. That's right. A double bill with me and Mr. Logic. Booya. Daddy's happy. I've opened for him before, and he has even used my decks. But this time the credit isn't "Opening for", the flyers read "Dj Logic & DaLovin' Dj". Equal billing. Fuck yeah. Of course, I am not worthy, the man is a master. However, I rock a party fairly nice and it feels good to be playing the same club at the same time. Anyway, if any NYC folks want to come by, here is the info for the gig: THG would like to invite you to a super special after Allman Brothers party on Tuesday March 18th featuring DJ Logic (downstairs) and DaLovin'DJ (upstairs) @ MOD (formerly The Venue) located at 505 Columbus Ave. Between 84th & 85th 11:30pm-4am $5 As you can see, it will be a late party, and I'll be hurting the next day at work, but it is well worth it. Lovin' it. In other news, I'm building a video editing and dubbing studio, I'm doing a play on Saturday nights (3 more left in the run), I just got cast in another play that goes up in May where I play "Not right in the head Fred" - an autistic kid from the south. I've never played a retard before so I'm looking forward to making autism my own. I don't want to be a Dustin Hoffman rip-off. Romantically, I'm single with some good prospects. Overall? I'm happy and tired. Busy as hell but in all good ways. Life is good. I'll sleep when I'm dead. DaLovin' Dj (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 3rd, 2002
9:27 am	Damn, it is COLD today. I heard on the elevator that it is about 20 degrees below the normal temperature for this day. Sucks. Just being outside hurts. The price for living in the Northeast. Make-you-hate-the-sky type of frigid winds riping between buildings while knocking the warmth right out of your soul. Brrrrrrr. Q. What do you get when you cross an Eskimo, a hooker, and a homeless person? A. A snow blower that doesn't work. ~ Joke I made up in the seventh grade (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, December 2nd, 2002
2:44 pm	Man, maybe it's cause I'm so tired, but in my never-ending search for cool quotes, I just found a bunch of Dan Quayle quotes and I am cracking up over here. Some highlights: "Welcome to President Bush, Mrs. Bush, and my fellow astronauts." ~ "I have made good judgements in the Past. I have made good judgements in the Future." ~ "We're all capable of mistakes, but I do not care to enlighten you on the mistakes we may or may not have made." ~ "What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is." ~ "We're going to have the best-educated American people in the world." ~ "For NASA, space is still a high priority." ~ "I stand by all the misstatements that I've made." ~ "I am not part of the problem. I am a Republican." ~ "Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things." ~ "People that are really very weird can get into sensitive positions and have a tremendous impact on history." ~ Hope you kids enjoy that stuff as much as I do! DaLovin' DJ (4 Comments |Comment on this)
1:17 pm	I stayed up ALL NIGHT playing GTA: Vice City. 14 straight hours. God, I'm stupid. I'm starting to halucinate. Of course there is NO WORK right now, they will wait until I'm supposed to leave and hit me with a few hours. In other news I'm in the most unhealthy relationship I've ever known and can't figure out how to get out (or if I even want to). My refrigerator is broken. My laundry is winning. I'm really digging Peter Tosh lately and alot of Augustus Pablo too. Scripts are in various states of incompletion. Christmas: coming quick. Family and old flames typically involved. Conclusion? Life is humming along at a steady clip with no hint of where it all leads and lots of distractions. Plenty of fun and plenty of work. A good amount of frustration and a reasonable amount of utter calm. Some days I feel like Jeckyl and Hyde. Not enough sleep. . . . When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.' ~ Steven Wright (Comment on this)
Friday, November 22nd, 2002
3:48 pm	My First Friday Five 1. What talents do you possess that you're not using? I am an amazing Backgammon player yet have no opponents. I'm not bad at chess either. All the other stuff (acting, djing, computer skills, procrastination) I use daily. 2. What qualities do you possess that people like? Comedic timing is what I get the most. The girl I've been kind-of-dating recently listed what she loves about me. The biggest one was that I have an "intense" personality (For some reason us getting into fights and me screaming at the top of my lungs and getting into a blind rage turns her on. Becuase other then those moments - which are way to common - I'm pretty chill.) She also said I have a strange love and limitless affection . . . for cats. 3. What qualities do you possess that people dislike? Smart ass. Easily dismiss people or subjects that I am not interested in. I usually say what is on my mind: good or bad. 4. If you could trade places with another LJer, who would it be and why? Right now? Nymysys. I'm hating my corporate job now as they are making me work way more hours than agreed. Throwing some drinks sounds like heaven compared to ONE MORE DAMN EXCEL SPREADSHEET. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 6th, 2002
5:01 pm	The Meaning of Life I have always wondered what the meaning of life was, but I never knew it would be this easy. Punched the question into google and found this handy FAQ. I must say I agree pretty strongly with these guys. This is linked to on that page, and it gives a better technical (and political) description of where they are coming from. Lacking a belief in any kind of after life I find that: 1. An end to pain, suffering, & death 2. A dramatically increased intelligence 3. Establishment of subjective immortality to be the best possible goals for us as a species. I welcome the Singularity. I just hope they are able to upgrade us classic models. "I have had it. I have had it with crack houses, dictatorships, torture chambers, disease, old age, spinal paralysis, and world hunger. I have had it with a planetary death rate of 150,000 sentient beings per day. I have had it with this planet. I have had it with mortality. None of this is necessary. The time has come to stop turning away from the mugging on the corner, the beggar on the street. It is no longer necessary to look nervously away, repeating the mantra: "I can't solve all the problems of the world." We can. We can end this. And so I have lost, not my faith, but my suspension of disbelief. Strange as the Singularity may seem, there are times when it seems much more reasonable, far less arbitrary, than life as a human. There is a better way! Why rationalize this life? Why try to pretend that it makes sense? Why make it seem bright and happy? There is an alternative! I'm not saying that there isn't fun in this life. There is. But any amount of sorrow is unacceptable. The time has come to stop hypnotizing ourselves into believing that pain and unhappiness are desirable! Maybe perfection isn't attainable, even on the other side of Singularity, but that doesn't mean that the faults and flaws are okay. The time has come to stop pretending it doesn't hurt!" ~ Eliezer S. Yudkowsky DaLovin' Dj (4 Comments |Comment on this)
3:56 pm	Why should I make my LJ account a paid account? (7 Comments |Comment on this)
1:13 pm	Sweet Dreams Are Made of These I was talking with this girl at a party a couple nights ago and the Dj threw on the old Eurythmics track "Sweet Dreams". I love the song (I have it on vinyl), but I never spent too much time thinking about the lyrics. The girl I was chatting with said that when she was a kid she thought the song was really bad & evil. I asked why. She said because it used words like "abuse" and "use" which her childhood psyche new to be bad things. I asked her if she liked it now that she was an adult. She shrugged and said it sounds good. I asked her if she still thought the overall message was negative, she said she didn't really know. So I started to analyze the song, which I had never done. In the end I decided it is a positive song, although one with a warning. Here are the lyrics. I think the song is saying that no matter what type of person you are, no matter what your desire and fantasy may be, there is someone out there in the world who will oblige you. It also seems to warn that some will try to fuck with you and offers encouragement in the face of such - "Keep your head up - Movin' On". Yeah. It's a nice message. Reminds me of the movie "Secretary" - it seems dark and brooding on the surface, but it is really about finding happiness and a soul mate. "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot." ~ Mark Twain (The Adventures of Huck Finn) DaLovin' Dj (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 4th, 2002
1:47 pm	Fun weekend. I checked out the new band Yojimbe Brothers (go here and click the Yojimbe Brothers flash movie - cracked me up) at the Tribeca Blues club. This is the new Vernon Reed (In Living Color) and Dj Logic (Project Logic) vehicle. Funk reggae, hip-hop, and hard-core stone-cold rockin' tracks. Reed's got mad skills on that damn guitar. Their lead vocalist had this crazy gizmo in front of her. She was sampling, tweaking and manipulating any sound they made including her own voice. Sick. The future of electronics and music is going to be amazing. Already the product Final Scratch allows you to map any MP3 or .wav file onto a real vinyl record. The result: you can scratch (analog) any sound ever, even if it is digital in nature and has never been released on vinyl. I imagine the whole rig becoming virtual and a haptic glove and display glasses plus a hard drive full of songs, thus allowing a virtual turntable to appear and feel like it is floating in front of you. This will be good. That analog gear is cool, but mad heavy. Also checked out this band Lava Baby at the Continental. Cool girls rock band with a chip on their shoulder. I dug. Then I had another 3' O'clock High (all ages matinee rock show my company puts together). We guaranteed the headliner band too much, but they were a really good ska-core band from Boston. Most of the kids there were around 15 and bustin out in a little dance party. Brought back some memories. Fun stuff. My time flows back and forth between music and acting. I'm heavy in a music vibe these days. "One good thing about music, when it hits you you feel no pain." - Bob Marley DaLovin' Dj (Comment on this)
Monday, October 28th, 2002
1:08 pm	What a weekend. Saw a great concert at BB Kings. Michael Franti w/ Spearhead. Always a political new-wave hippy type of show, they were pimping Amnesty International and non-sweatshop hemp t-shirts. Extracurriculars helped make the music great. By about 2:00am I was in a cab heading down to the 10th anniversary of one of my favorite bars. I've been going to this joint for 7 years and there were ALOT of ex-bedmates up in that piece. Damn. There were 5 girls who were all giving me the signals, and 3 of them just came straight out and said that I should come to their house as they left. Felt nice, but in the end I said no to all except one. This is a girl I've been kind of dating. I don't really respect her that much and she can be really annoying. What we have going for ourselves is good old fashioned physical passion. We have some of the best sex I've ever had. We can't stop fighting until we start making out and then we can't stop that either. We do alot better just hooking up at the end of the night at one or the others apartment then we do at going to dinner and a movie or some shit. The longer we talk the more likely we are to get into an argument. We are both pretty nice to look at, so neither one of us usually has a problem getting laid. Sometimes I think the only reason we hang out with each other as much as we do is because we are jealous of what the other might do if we don't. Not the best grounds for a relationship. Rocky mother fuckin' road sometimes. The only thing we do well is fight and fuck. It's been about 6 months of that. Off and on up and down. It is a relationship made up of extremes. Extreme anger and extreme pleasure. I go from wanting to say fuck the whole thing to wanting nothing more then to see her. The jealousy was heavy at the party. There were alot of people she had slept with there as well. In the end I met her at her house and we had some serious fun. She got up to go to work and I slept in at her house. Got up around one, had a couple corn dogs at the street fair that had set up outside her apartment. Went and ran some errands, got some new records, went home, packed up my gear, and headed to the Halloween party. Jesus Christ what a party. Started at about 10:00pm and went till about 11:00am with Daylight savings time. 14 hours or so. I was on my feet for most of it. Hella dance party got goin around 4:30. Some crazy cats from some other party wheeled in a couple giant cans of Nitrous w/ some balloons and the party got thick. A hundred drunk, whacked out partiers dancing to the likes of Sublime, Biggie, Horace Andy, Tribe, Jurassic 5, UB40, Eminiem, Big Tymers, BDP & KRS-One, Easy-E, NWA, Tone Loc, a bunch of other hip-hop, some miscellaneous dub and dancehall tracks and a few funky classics. A high point was when I played "Play that funky music white boy". I'd cut off the sound when it got to the chorus and the whole crowd screamed those words at me. Nothing like being a white boy Dj and having the kids scream that particular line. I was fucked up and the whole thing felt great. Plus I made a few hundred bucks. Now I am sore from carrying all that gear and standing so long. I've barely gotten over this weekend. Great time. Good for the soul. Back to reality. "The bars are always open and the time is always right. If god's good word goes unspoken then the music goes all night." - Brad Nowell DaLovin' Dj (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 26th, 2002
12:01 am	love and politics. fuck. not the best mix. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 25th, 2002
11:03 am	The Winds ( Read more... ) I think I'm going to start putting quotes after every entry. "Happiness is nothing more than good health and a bad memory." ~ Albert Schweitzer DaLovin' Dj (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 24th, 2002
10:43 am	I think I may be moving back to Manhattan next month. I've lived in Brooklyn for almost 3 years now. I'm ready. I'll have to get use to a smaller amount of space. I've got like 1000 square feet right with 20 foot ceilings now, plus a 300 square foot deck. I should be able to get a nice shoebox somewhere in Manhattan for the same price. This weekend is going to be HARD. But good hard. Tonight I have to go out to NJ to pick up some amps and speakers a friend lets me use for big parties. Then I have to haul em down to the John Street bar in prep for Saturdays halloween party. Friday night I am going to see Spearhead at B.B. Kings (for free! with backstage passes!) followed by a trip to McSwiggans on 2nd Ave. This place is the best Irish dive bar in NYC. It's their 10 year anniversary and they will probably go real late for old times sake. The next day I have to start spinning at 10:00pm and won't stop really for 14 or 15 hours. Then I have to run up to Tobacco Road on Sunday from 3:00-7:00pm because my production company puts on all ages indie rock concerts on Sunday afternoons. Daddy's gonna be FUCKED up! Monday is gonna suck. The price we pay for acting like rock stars but keeping the job part . . . (Comment on this)