Here’s a nice anecdote, here’s the scenery (please do visualize):
The funksoulbrotha =vic= is doing his thing, working the daytime job, when a colleague steps up to the man:
Mr. DipShit: “Hey euh=vic=, some local bar asked me to spin two nights in Octobre, but you know me, being the important man that I am, running my busy schedule, I can’t do two dj-sets in one weekend.”
=vic=“Allright okay…”
Mr. DipShit: “I was wondering, you wouldn’t know of any dj’s I can ask would you?”
=vic=“Well, me and my brother =lloyd= are still rocking the decks.”
Mr. DipShit: “No but you scratch, they asked me for some real dj’s, that play nice music you know, those that can rock the party, get the crowd moving, etc.”
=vic=“Euh, well yeah, that’s what we do, we’re dj’s, it’s our life-time mission.”
Mr. DipShit: “No but you scratch and…”
So for those who thought dj’ing was easy in these days, think again. We have 0 upcoming dj-sets and this month’s brainless bookers have called us:
a/ sell-outs
b/ too commercial
c/ too difficult
d/ too uncommercial
e/ too hard
f/ too expensive
g/ too eclectic
h/ too narrow-minded (too hiphop, too house, too disco, too scratch, too beat-minded tout court)
Basically, the list goes on and on. My point is: where is the love? When even your very own home-town turns its back to you… No worries though, we keep on keepin on.
You know why?
It’s wot we do.
Music is our only crime,
guilty,
so we’ll do our time.
Godverdomme.