Hello:
I've just returned home from my first DJ gig at a house party. I've
purchased a DJ CD set over eBay earlier this month. I have played with
them for about a week and a half, spending about three hours/day
practicing beat matching, transitions, and the like.
The hip=hop DJ was spinning, and I was asked by one of the party hosts
to take the stage (I was already at the party for 3 hours at that
point). About two songs after I've started, the floor cleared. So after
another song or two where the floor was either empty or have a couple
doing its thing, I had the hip-hop guy take over once again.
I had to leave to get some air, and took a walk. I've found a dark spot
next to a parking lot of an office complex, and sat there for awhile. I
would have kept my butt there, were it not for an SUV pulling up next to
me. I then picked myself up and left.
I've returned to the party, determined that I was going to play with my
toys, spin good music, and do the best I was able to do. I've found out
at that point that while I was away, the cops gave the housemates a
warning regarding noise violation (music being too loud).
After a few songs, two people turned into four...four into eight...and
so on and so forth. In the end, there were at least two dozen folks
dancing. As I was cueing another song to play, one of the partygoers
(who perhaps was someone living at the place) came to me and said that
the music had to go off...
Once again, the cops made their presence known. This time, the house was
cited for $300 for a noise violation (me, apparently. :)).
But all in all, I was relieved that the tide started to turn. People
were staying with me, and believed in feeling the musical vibes. I was
very proud of the fact that I walked back in and was willing and ready
to take care of business without losing my principles. Yes, I had
several people trying to make requests and wanted to give me different
kinds of music that they thought would be good...according to them.
My thought on that one was that you were either going to be into it or
not. If I have started to play other's music (suggestions by some of the
dancers on the floor), I would stop having fun at that stage. So in the
end, I did have fun...and they have fun....and clearly, they were
disappointed when I had to suddenly shut off the mixer. :)
So I suppose the moral of this story is that perservance, as in all
things in life that are worth the time and effort, can make good
beginnings of something close to one's being. Not everyone will feel the
vibes, much less be into the same sort of music one is playing. All the
better to weed out everything, and make sure that you can face yourself
in the mirror knowing that what you feel inside of you is the right
direction to go.
Make your moves...and believe.
V.
-- Velanche Stewart vstewart@calpoly.edu Linux, baby!
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