I'm having one of those days. So I have been out on the Google+ front looking for people that DJ. I could care less about whether or not they are somebody big. I go hunting for people that have real turntables and own vinyl. Not somebody with a huge CD collection and a Karaoke machine. I call myself a DJ because I meet those requirements. I have two Technics SL-1200s and a Pioneer DJM 600 (OK and a big Gemini amp that would burn the house down and speakers). I DJ in my basement. I like breaks and progressive trance. I can tell a story for just about every record I own. I don't take requests. I don't play for crowds. I play for myself. I play my best when no one's at home, when I am upset and need to vent and when I have my 'Magic' hat backwards on my head. And for those that know, NO I don't use the beat match on my mixer. Tweaking a record is the best therapy for a bad day.
You might shake your head at me, but no one can shake their head at a girl with my vinyl collection. Sometimes I just put down a record and the memories come flooding in. I've met a lot of awesome DJs. Some big and others not so much. I've heard some greats. DJs that told stories with music...
My first brush with the underground electronic scene was when Babylon's still had First Fridays in Greensboro. Talk about off the chain. That place is surely missed I am sure. Then there was Dizzy G's. Wow the times I had there. The only place still open I used to have a big time at is the Odyssey in Winston. However, the underground feel has been lost in time and space. The freaks still come out there, but the music hit the toilet. I used to live across the street from the Odyssey, but now its not much to brag about. *sigh*
Where have all the old skool people with bad ass original vinyl gone?
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