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