GET THE FUCK OUDA HERE WID DA BULLSHIT!

It pisses me off that I'm being called a trouble maker cause I demand to get paid. What kinda shit is that? Niggas' is only excited to hear mi play - if they don't have to pay me? Fuck out wid the dumb shit...yeah that's right I said it No pay...no play.

 I don't mention names here, just if you know me, know my scene & the players, than you know. If your one of the dirty bastards actin' out towards me, than you know too.

Mi go to a party and talk to the head dj, him say come play next week. The next week mi show up with mi equipment. When mi hook up mi software starts act up. So mi call the next dj only like a half hour in and i get to just enjoy the party. Before I leave I askin how much he's playin for full play, he said he had to talk to the owner he would see. 

The next week mi show up, hook up and play. 

About 40 mins in my play a next dj starts askin' mi how many more mi plan to play, I got irritated cause I asked this dj to do him ting before mi cause, I really wanted to play early morning, he said nah he didn't even know if him was gon play, so I got on, the dance floor got packed they was loving my chune choice and then that's when he wanted in. Mine you, the last dj played for more than 2 hours! So I talked to the head and told him why I was gon keep playin' we exchanged a few word he told the other dj and he started actin' like he was gonna switch me off, I swear it would have really been some shit if he had did that, he didn't but he did put his hand up there a few times. I played for another hour and let him on. He started talkin crap as soon as he got on.  He pissed me off cause he's only a half descent dj, who mixes with scratched up old cd's and he doen't even beatmatch well, there be spaces in btwn, while he's changing them that he fills with nonsense banter nobody wanted to hear. He's talkin shit bout mi on the firestick.

And he needed to put much more of a focus on playin' Cause maybe he could have done better.

...yeah I said it AND I ANIT SCARED...YOUR RIGHT THIS NOT THE RADIO STATION AND I CAN CURSE YO UGLY ASS THE FUCK OUT HERE YOU JUST MAD CAUSE I NEVER INVITED YO ASS.

People were walking up to me all nite tellin' me I killed the party and if they could have my card or number and my favorite was: 'can I get the whack ass dj off and get back on'!

THERE!.

 Okay so you would think it's all good now...

I mean why do I have to even ask if I'm a get paid, it's a automatic for a job well done. Apparently not so... him the head dj tells me wait until the next party and he can do someting...

The next week, Mi hook up, mi play, i kill it and at the end of the nite, he becomes MLK giving speeches bout 'this him and his mans dream ting and djs come out the wood works tryin to take ova and dem play too long and dem fight ova the time and dem expect to get paid, and how him nah make no money to pay nobody! talkin' bout he just want dj's to drop by, make a short play and break out, cause it's his ting. 

Hold ya cock that's yours...sick of taking the bullshit quietly.

Mind you I've been standing around more than an hour after the party waitin' cause he told me to, now he talkin' shit, not to me but to another dj that wasn't askin' to get paid just what time to come the next week! I took my tackle nackle and broke out and I'm done wid that scene, cause that having a cock really means something to them there and I don't have one.

 The other dj is still there and another dj whos real cool with me, even tho he is a really big sound, told me that he came to case the place cause (the head dj) offered him $200 to play there but it was too small for him and he didn't even want to play there!

AND NOW...

I might not be getting calls to many parties right now cause there's THE CREW BEFORE THIS.

And I think they're black balling me! They're' jealous of not only my skill as a dj, but the fact that I'm in a relationship with the last guy they thought I would pick out of them...and I'm loyal to him Ha ha I just had to get the last laugh hee-hee! So far he has been more descent to me than I see any of them treat they girls, a bunch of nasty, no money having cheaters. Their parties are getting whack anyway. Them niggas asking bitches who can get to the bathroom first and hand they panties ova to the dj for an everyting off the clearance rack VS bag. Seriously...and bitches was breakin' dem neck to reach, bitches was takin' them off on the dance floor, and I'm not gay so...I thought that shit was too much. but they did have fun and win something so whatever makes your nite.

 It's more about, after a bitch have to deal with somebody else sweaty worn panties like a trooper I expect more than $20 for the deal, especially when you peal that bill out of a stack of bills cause the spot was packed all nite. It feels as if there is not enough water in nyc to get how dirty & used these guys can make you feel. Many mornings I was so angry going home, I would kick shit on my way to let it out my frustration. knowing I did my thing, had to put up with the bullshit and they don't want to pay. It's the frustrating part...but

 WHAT'S A GIRL TO DO...?

Wow its been more than a year since I have posted here, I suspected that I wouldn't keep up with it. The crazy thing is although a lot has happened not much as changed in the attitudes of the party promoters not much has even changed with the dj's either.

I'm no longer streaming the internet station, but I'm still keeping my site live and up to date, I was working on it just yesterday.

When I first started this blog I was terrified to make it personal and let anyone know whose blog this was but through the years, I have gained a sense of myself and what I am able to handle and deal with. Plus I no longer care because I recognize they don't care it's all about the money because I feel like if they did care I wouldn't have the troubles I do.  After 6 years I'm still in what I consider the underground, doing parties in basements and backyards only a few clubs, I want to broadin out, I'm still learning and advancing with my style, and unfortunately this is where the parties are that my ppl attend so I follow.

I love being a dj, my life was boring up until I discovered VDJ, I always loved music, I was a dancer since I was young all the way through college but I never even attempted to make it big because I had a certain shyness about me, more than shy it was insecure, if you seen me play you probably don't think so but there have been plenty of shows where I had to try and calm my breathing, then throw up and empty my stomach before I went on! I'm mostly ova that now. I just love making ppl have a good time and when I put on chune after chune that ppl love and they shout me and get wild wid it! Gyrls be gyrating all on my table, guys daggering like madd, I love it! Sometimes it's just hard to know what chunes to start with and everybody is staring at you waiting for you to do it up, it can be a little nerve wracking.

The worst and really only problem are the party promoters and some of the hardcore 'this is a man's job' djs. I got some who just want me to play never pulling a dolla out dem pocket, then there's those who say do this party at the last minute which shows no respect for my time or skill and then there's those who wait until after I've played and then tell me they didn't make enough money to pay me, some give me sob stories about not selling enough liqueur. One told me even though the Birthday girl called me personally and asked if I would play at her party I wasn't on her flyer so i wasn't getting paid even though he had more than a $1,000 in his hand from the door alone and was walking around paying the other djs.  What can I do? I am a lone female in my sound, I don't travel with an entourage and every time I've really stood up and said something harsh I had to practically pick up a chair and give threats and then you know what? next time they don't want me to play for them we have beef now and some go around saying I'm a trouble maker, not cause I bring bad company, play shitty or fight others but because I want to be paid at the end of the nite! I be so frustrated on the way home and given the fact that I'm a female, no a mother who's been out all nite playing music and making others nite now I gotta go home empty handed. There are times I'm not working outside of djying and what I make is how we eat, I have went home on the promise of a paid party with nothing and we had no breakfast especially when I was single once I played with 104 degree fever I had caught the flu and a few party goers had to buy me meds because a lot of ppl hadn't showed up because of bad weather and the party promoter refuse to pay. And Oh Oh now that I have a man he wants to kill literally just start fighting and I have to stop him and argue and fight him to chill, it puts a big strain on us for me to work and not get paid and he can't fight them because that would make it worse, IT SUCKS BIG TIME!
Not one person has told me I don't play good or they didn't have a good time, ppl beg me to get whatever dj is on off and play. I know I am good better than good, excellent and some of the other get jealous and try to talk shit. Sometimes they wait for me to get the party going good and when everyone is excited and dancing now they want to insist it's their turn to play. Once the uncle of a dj threw a drink on my laptop so his nephew could play NOW.

This was a long entry I guess cause I haven't written for a while and I have still been going through this bullcrap even as of a week ago its still happening and I'm as frustrated as ever. But I can't give up ever cause then they would win and I can't let that happen....smh

You Can't Be Serious!

I know it is into the next month and I hadn't blogged all this time. That was why I wasn't so interested in doing this cause, Although it is an excellent and interesting subject, I am just worried that I won't keep up with it,  I'll try my best.

I have been so busy lately cause my ppl really felt for what I was going through and I had to get on my manager to get me some new gigs cause I haven't played outside of the radio station and I was going stir crazy. I am skipping head a little bit, let me take it back.

After arguing with the owner and DJ, I stomped home right quick, I was so pissed off, I threw my back pack down slammed that heavy ass case somewheres and laid down in frustration with all my clothes on and just steamed. I thought ahh damn! there was a really big party event at the spot and I wasn't sure if after the owner sobered up he would even remember what went down. So I called head DJ I screamed him I was so angry with him cause he had caused the owner to act like that to help him, if  he had just paid me everything would have been good. For some reason Owner felt he had to defend Head DJ. I told Head DJ that he had to smooth ova the situation with Owner because it wasn't right, the next night was a big event and I didn't want to miss it, I make a little something extra for booked flyer events and haven't only gotten half of a little pay, I wanted my money. He said 'don't worry just come through for the event its all good.'

That night we had our radio show and the guys had already heard what went down and boy were they smokin'! They started telling me how they had had to run up on the Owner when they used to play there and because the Owner felt that the music they played was too wild for his style, that he wouldn't play them, but they wasnt havin' it. They waited for him to go to bed and ran up on him and he paid them what he was supposed to. My guys said they would be willing at anytime, but I told em Head DJ said that all was good.

So like usually we packed it up at the end of the show and got ready to do the damn thang. The thing that messed me up that night was that my djs had other engagements to do, so I was pretty much on my own if things didn't go right this night My friend who always travels with me decided at the last she would go with me. Another unfortunate that night was my money was so tight I had to walk 7 Manhattan long blocks to get to the party. When we got to the door, the Owner was right there he said 'why ya here? ya not go up in my place no more!' I looked and him and said 'You can't be fuckin serious!' he took out his phone and told me to talk to Head DJ. Head DJ said 'yo mi sorry but I couldn't fix tings right and mi just gon havta give ya somting later for ya trouble.' After I finished talkin to him I tossed the Owners phone straight up into the air as hard as I could, one of the guys acted like they were gonna catch it and let it hit the floor and I turned away and left. I was really disappointed but, what could I do?

I went home and told my ppl the injustice that was done to me. At first I wanted the worse revenge, but then my djs got together and started talking real violence and crime and I wasn't happy cause we would all just get into trouble for someone who wasn't worth it at all. So even though I didn't want to I called our peace maker dj and let him talk everybody down, it was hard, we feel so disrespected by this owner cause he treats DJs like shit and he keeps moving on from dj to dj burnin' em.

It has been more than a month since this all went down and in this time the Owner has disputed with three djs one got kicked out, one quit and stormed out, he stormed right ova to tell us how he was treated, now he is apart of our team and this past week...it was Head DJ who GOT FIRED and told NOT TO COME BACK! Now he was at my new spot this week cause he got nowhere else to play, I had him dancing and sweatin and when I got off the set he tried to give me mad props but, he can take that and shove it...

LESSON LEARNED : DO EVIL AND IT WILL COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU!

NEXT : A WHOLE NEW SPOT

GET OUT THIS IS MY PLACE

INTRO:
Life is a bitch, that's what my tattoo says cause most of the time that's what it is and sometimes I am the bitch. Up unti now I haven't shared this blog yet, I am not sure how others who do know me will take what I have to say cause here I have no intentions of holding back, just decided to keep it as anonymous as I can no names, but if you been fucking with me you know who you are.
I have had to endure some real bullshit and half-ass-I-don't-know-the-story advice.I was told this weekend quite forcefully mind you that I can't be mad with the dicks who have hurt me in the last couple weeks, I am told to move on the bigger and better things, just forget it's not that important, its not your job it is only a hobby! that was the worst, but that was taken that back knowing the bitch in me was about to come out. Advice is a funny thing, sometime it is not needed, its bad advice, or has nothing to do with the situation and sometimes it might be just what you need.

Week 6
So now my new laptop has been hit twice with liqueur, for a DJ who can hardly afford it, this is devastating. Now I have a nasty temper when provoked, I get so angry I fight guys anyone whos messing with my intelligence. With the way shit has been going, I'm just about done. Another DJ, told me when I wanted to start the radio station and dj that the reason he was no longer was doing it except for on occasion, was because of all the DJ drama, they are worse than a flock of female ballerinas the way they talk about each other, tell em they were great, when they sucked, but talk about them when they walk away, just as bad as females. He said that a lot of the time he wanted to fight with frustration cause he didn't deserve any of the bullshit the other djs like to dish out and that really there was no money in it for him. So now here I am, I said I didn't care, actually I didn't really believe him I said it can't be all that bad and if it is I'll just stay away from bad minds.

One of my regular DJs who has been with me from day one purchased a Hercules intergraded mixer and a laptop shelf case, but then he found another mixer he wanted and bought that too. He decided after seeing that my laptop was so screwed up, cause now that the liqueur dried it got sticky and even though most of the keys still didn't work, the few that did got stuck in the down position when pressed, which definitely screwed up my playing it had even happened at a party, but I got away. Thursday afternoon he called and said that I could get the first mixer he brought and pay for it when I could. I couldn't believe it was just what I needed. I practiced for a few minutes and I was good to go!

Thursday's radio show was excellent everybody showed up and it went without a hitch, like we been doing for the last six weeks, we packed it in at 12 and headed over to the party. Now the first time I had it, the other guys took turns carrying the Hercules, that joint is heavy, so we get there, everything is good the party is on, its live and getting, just an all around good night. My crew left at different times through out the night so naturally I was on my own with the heavy ass Hercules.

I throw my laptop on my back pick the case and head to the back it's paytime, I wait and wait nothings happening than the owner passes me half my pay I said wheres the rest, he says I gotta get the rest from the head dj cause its his responsibility to pay me he brought me in. So I ask him he says he don't have no money and besides he can play all night by himself so he doesn't need to pay a dj. You know if I didn't know any better I might have left it like that. See he uses a cd mixer and its fucked up has a short,  cd's are old and scratched so it skips and more, he only plays old mostly slow music, partiers be asking when he's gonna get off so I can get on! So I told him all that's good but I play so I get paid I said I have little girls to go home to and they need breakfast and lunch money I can't be out all night "working" and come home with nothing. So he goes to the owner they have a little convo on the side, the owner says 'look I paid your security now you pay your dj be responsible you brought her in'. He comes back ova to me he says he don't have money to pay me so I say 'I watched you make money all night long' He says 'so you think I should pay you out my pocket' suddenly the owner jumps out from behind the bar and starts screaming at me he only wants the head dj to play his spot he doesn't want anybody else so get out of his place and don't come back!

I don't know who the fuck he thought he was talking to but I just flipped on him I tried to get at him quick I was gonna slap the black off his ass but the other dj was in my way and he put me out. One of the guys talk to me at the door but, I was pissed I didn't want to hear shit from him. I was so heated, so I picked that case and trooped it right When I got home I immediately called the head dj and cussed him the fuck out and I told him it was all him fault and he had better fix it before the day was ova cause we had a big event that night an affair , my team had been promoting this event for the whole month, we made sure everybody we knew knew about that party.  I told him he screwed me and he had better fix it.

Next: You Can't Be Serious!

THE FUSS HAS BECOME A BUST

INTRO
On a few occasions people have thought me gay, even though I'm not I wouldn't touch a naked female with a ten foot pole. I almost hurt a girl who kept putting her butt on me thinking I was gonna do something fa her. If I had to name it, it would be because I like my jeans, boots and sneakers ova tights and slutty wear, I have a bit of a tough swagger and I stand up for myself I hardly sit back and let someone run ova me, that just doesn't seem to be in my genetic make up. Or the fact that I DJ. Again I am all female and definitely not gay!

Anyway, boy do I love my job and I let the people know it, it is a tough business and it is a part of a mans world there are female dj's and they know what I am talking about. Unfortunately, I do even personally know any other DJ's, even my own boyfriend is still to this day not understanding why I do it. he knows that I have many talents and says he is surprised that I wouldn't do something else. I guess he doesn't understand my love of what I do. I get an extra adrenaline rush with surprise people give me when they find out what I do. I am only local if you don't include the radio station cause its on the internet so it is World Wide!
Well for more than a month I had been one of the DJ's at parties in two spot weekly. Moving on...

CAN'T WE JUST ALL GET ALONG

Week 5 None of the keys on the keyboard of my new laptop work after last weekend someone spilled a drink on it. Never one to give up I have started to use the on-screen keyboard and the mouse pad works just fine, so I keep on going with that. I dj at least 7 times a week now Thur-Sat and Mon, plus my family.
I still do the station and then head ova to the party and dj there usually taking half my radio crew to the party with me. That Thursday nite was one of the best, it was packed and I played for more than two hours straight. When I got off it was free drinks in my name it was crazy and then some but in a good way. At the end of the night I got paid and went home and ate breakfast, to wake up and repeat the process on Friday.

Friday is pretty much the same as Thursday as far as the radio crew goes we all pack it up and head to the party I  am hoping to do some amazingness on the set. When I get there I drop my stuff go to meet and greet and get my Red Bull, I musta took a while at the bar cause when I got back part of the other DJ crew was there and setting up already, I was told a little while later to set up and line up, that's get ready to play.

So I set up, a guy comes ova and asks why the other crew doesn't play now that they were here first. He told him no I was here first just in the back and that I didn't have to play first I could wait and play out first, but my crew insisted I play now I don't really understand what was the big deal. The guy just suddenly took a dislike to me playing. It quickly turned into a big argument and than the guy who started it just threw his drink in the face of one of the DJ's and across the equipment including my already fucked up laptop. All hell broke out when the two men wanted to fight it out only one had a gun, so everybody left - Party done.
 
My laptop was already messed, the next spill didn't help. Oh and if your wondering why I didn't take it back being I brought protection? When called with my customers account number to Best Buy in NYC in the Bronx on 151st Mall they said my protection was only for virus and their take policy was only 14 days and mine was 19 days old, I almost lost it, I spoke to the Geek Squad, the Manager and the Supervisor with not a change I just got angrier, $530 down the drain. Oh and nobody at the club is willing to take any responsible and pay.  War seems to be coming cause we anit getting no satisfaction in this situation and it has went from bad worse.

NEXT: GET OUT THIS IS MY PLACE

What Kinda Fuckery Ah Gwan?

LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

I am of  West Indian decent my parents are from Jamaica and St. Thomas, however I am American born. Just wanted that known about me, my description explain why I started this blog, my #1 reason is this is my place to share what I am thinking. A lot of times these days, I have to fake my pleasantness 'cause I don't always be feeling it. It's not the best way to live but I think we all do it, when some one says 'hello how are you feeling?' most of the time you just say 'fine thank you' you don't launch into oh my back hurts and I got this pimple that irritating me...you just say fine and keep it moving. Well in my blog I can say 'Today I feel like shit and my back does hurt and I do have a pimple! when ever it does.
Some times I write and speak improper, ghettofied, slang, my fathers accent can come out on paper as well as in speech. I think its weird, but the more angrier i am the more it displays.

LIFE OF A DJ:  ALL THE FUSS

These last two weeks have been really trying, getting your foot in the door is a real struggle. I first started to think it was because I am a female trying to make headway and a name for myself in a man world. But than I have two guy dj friends who had just started to break away from the *radio station and dj at two different spots and they suffer the drama too.

All that follows has all passed so I am going to catch you up to yesterday quickly.

 About a month ago a big time DJ asked me to come to where he dj's and work his spot with him. I had worked that same place last year and me and the owner didn't get along too well and I broke from going there. He said he would work it out and it would be the okay. Let me tell you nothing has changed, everything is good at this place until the owner starts drinking while working the bar, then he get loud and paranoid, but since none of it was directed at me I decided to just ignore him as much as I could and do what I do.

Week 1 was great I played, everybody loved me and danced. I was working the party, but it was a bit of a struggle cause my laptop was on its last leg and I kept trying to patch it and use it anyway. After the party I had to wait until everybody cleared out so pay time starts money is handed out security, cleaner, bartender than djs. I was told everything was good come back its all good.

Week 2 There's a fight, fights big spreads, cops are around, people all leave and nobody gets paid. That same week I was able to purchase a new Toshiba laptop and a small 500 GB hard drive, just what I needed to set it off! paid around $530. I should have stopped and thought about it right then and there, but I asked for protection at the time of purchase.

Week 3 Another DJ has joined us, he's good, knows his music. He works the crowd with the MIC. The next nite he comes back with his large entourage! and least 3 DJs amongst them but they don't all try to play. I played just fine when it was my turn, everybody is happy. I get a lot of compliments when I get off and go to cool off and drink a Red Bull, I feel real good energized, especially after the last time with all the fighting that was going on.
Now another big time Promoter/DJ asks me to DJ his party, cause I really blew it up the last few times I had DJ for him. Everything is good, except he is related big time to the other guy I play for. So I know if anyything goes sour it would not be good for either of these jobs. I agree to do the new parties once a week. What we didn't discuss was he pay, cause he is good for catching a nasty attitude when you ask about money. I seen it happen to a camera man and they are hardly on good terms. So I tried to go with the flow only to find out "pay" was just enough for carefare, a small brain food, and money for the kids (Oh yeah I have two girls) in the morning.

Week 4 All hell breaks loose, two girls are arguing, you can feel the fight tension in the air. I can see them from where I am at the dj set  I still drop a tune, Security's going over there. Before any one can stop it a girl spits a razor in her hand and slices the girl in her face. Blood splatters people, in seconds she is red from head down, everyone freaks out and starts to push and shove, its not good, in the tussle at the front, someone spills a whole cup of liqueur on my laptop keys! Now the party's done, only for me, 'cause they throw the girls out and keep partying when another DJ takes over. I move my laptop, my wet laptop to the boiler room where it is hot to dry I lay it on its side open and try to drain it and wipe it up, everybody tries to tell me it will dry out and be fine. I clean it as best as I can and go home. I wanted to jump up and slap the first person to say boo to me, nobody says anything to me, I guess you only have to look at my face to tell I would commit murder.

That was the month in The Fuss Episode, which brings us closer to the present but not quite...

*I started my own internet radio station, Licldread.com, built a small studio with all the necessary equipment mixers, mic,speakers etc. inside my crib and three days out the week Thur, Fri and Sat from 7-12 we dj live, have guest artist, promote parties.

NEXT THE FUSS HAS BECOME A BUST

The Recession is Over?

I just read an article that the recession is over. The article went on to say that 'the experts' say that the recession was over months ago. I read saw that there were thousands of comments, I was just reading away, and getting aggravated too. The whole thing is bull crap because to me only when the white and rich feel money strains suddenly we are in a depression or a recession.

We (those living in the 'hoods of America) are always living from check to check, because we usually don't make more than our bills. For us $1100 in rent $100 in electricity $400 in feeding the family leaves us with little on $10-16 an hour jobs we have, you do the math,, oh and I left out child care and support.Even though it's almost impossible to figure you have to survive there is no choice.

It pisses me off that so many people try to blame President Obama for our financial struggles, this did not just start. Our struggle in life started from the time we were put on ships and slaved and so called freed.  We were struggling when Bush, Clinton and Regan were Presidents, nothing has changed. That Man came into office in the mist of the financial issues they call the Recession, it was already happening.

I am not a devote anything however, if you believe in God and read the bible than you know that it had been written it is only going to get worse, the whole government is meant to fall apart at some point. I have only been alive 30 something years of all the millions of years that the earth existed so my thoughts are small in comparison, however I knew from the first day I saw President Obama that he was going to get into office when I first saw that he was a black man he was doom. I could see the white people sitting back in their private club, toasting to letting him win knowing how much easier it would be to hire and blame a black man for all the worlds trouble A white man wouldn't go for it, he would have lawyers and a family with generations that can be traced back to pioneer times. There would have to be some  kind of conspiracy like in the movies to take him down.

Anyway that's what I was thinking when I read that the recession is over and the comments that followed.