Okay, so my friend who works at that bar confirmed things for my birthday. Apparently she's supposed to dj, my buddy D's supposed to dj, and I'm supposed to make my big turntable debut as well. Okay, now I'm getting kind of nervous. The fact that she confirmed everything with her boss makes everything a bit more real, now. That and the fact that the gear I special ordered from the stereo store Thursday is supposed to finally come in tomorrow is kind of freaking me out. I generally HATE being the center of attention. And as something of a freelance rock critic, I'm oddly insecure about my musical taste, too. What if nobody likes what I play? What if nobody dances? I suppose I shouldn't feel too bad if no one dances, considering I read an interview with Peter Hook from New Order, once, and he said he never gets terribly disappointed when no one dances at any of his dj gigs, but still, he's Peter Hook. I'd imagine unless you've made a complete ass of yourself like Mick Jagger or somebody, when you're a part of rocknroll history, you never lose your coolness points. And then there's also the fact that I may very well get bored of this whole dj-thing after awhile, spending more than $400 on stuff I may never touch again.
On the plus side, though, this gives me the excuse to buy that $80 Pulp album I saw online the other day. My buddy D has it and he let me practice on it over at his place a couple weeks ago and I swear to God, I nearly had a music-gasm when the needle hit the record.
On the plus side, though, this gives me the excuse to buy that $80 Pulp album I saw online the other day. My buddy D has it and he let me practice on it over at his place a couple weeks ago and I swear to God, I nearly had a music-gasm when the needle hit the record.