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
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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!
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!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
THE FUSS HAS BECOME A BUST
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
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
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