As We Last Found our Friendly Neighborhood BombDroppa... [09 May 2003|03:34pm] I wound up playing @ SPF 15...both opening AND closing for Mike B of Q100.5 (a local ATL pop radio station, which was also broadcasting live). In hindsight, Mike B. is THE most arrogant DJ I've met to date. This is saying a lot, too, since plenty of DJs tend to flaunt themselves/their talent/their clout up in a club. I tried talking to Mike B.- which he gave me this "I'd actually be half interested in what you were saying if you had money or tits" look every time I spoke. Later that night, after goofing off with Damien, Bill, Ray, David, and one of the waitresses there on the dancefloor...I looked up at the DJ booth. When I did, I noticed Mike (Mr. Personality) B. was spinning with no shirt like some Chippendale dancer with headphones. What was worse was after a few minutes of watching Mike spin, I figured out every lazy ass trick he had. (Example: Most of his mixes he uses aren't his. They're pre-mixed records he subscribed to from X-Mix. Yes, that's right y'all. Mike B. is a Book-of-the-Month DJ. What an asshole.) *sigh* Anyway...I digress. We had a blast at the club. But the REAL party was just gettin started up the block @ the Sheraton Inn on 14th. The blackened Eagle had landed. It was Easter Weekend and Fantasm '03 had arrived. YAY! It was the Thursday night meet n greet party happening while the SPF15/Q100 party was going. In between sets, Bill, Damien and I made a 45minute trip up to the hotel to have a drink, say hello, and grab our badges for the weekend. Lots of booze, debauchery, titties, old friends, Reverend being smothered by a newbie, and...um...did I mention the titties and liquor already? I did? Oh good. After Damien managing to KEEP his underwear this time around, we counted down until we had to make way back to SPF15. We came. We saw. We partied. We drank. Bill got his head rubbed. The bouncers thought Bill and I were related. I rocked the house. We crashed. Chill until the Next Episode. post comment

DJ B-Naut + Easter weekend = THE BOMB! [20 Apr 2003|06:51am] [ mood | exhausted ] [ music | humming of flouecent lights in HugMe's tech room ] Aight y'all... Once upon a time when life wasn't so slow... When this DJ rocked the house n left with a glow... Immediately after work, I met up with Mighty Bill at my apartment. I changed clothes to prepare for the rest of the evening's festivities (complete with my Superman t-shirt underneath my old school red Adidas shirt so I can pull a Clark Kent transformation @ the club). Then we ventured out to the infamous Art Institute's student housing, Fountain Lakes Apartments (a.k.a.: "Fountain Swamp") to pick up the rest of the people who were heading out with Bill and I. I called Q on my cellphone to let them know that we were on our way. Q replies to me saying that he and Chris were at the card shop suporting their YugiOH! adiction and that he and Chris would meet up with the rest of us at SPF 15. Finally making the pitstop at Fountain swamp, we hooked up with David and Ray (who both seemed very eager to go...although I'm not exactly sure if they were anxious to hit the club see Mike play or were proud to see me play in a good club). Ray and David follow us in his truck instead of riding with Bill and I because immediately after my gig was over, Bill and I were going to hit the Sheraton on 14th and Peachtree to kick off Fantasm 2003. We all arrive in Buckhead and valet park our vehicles. Ray noticed that everyone except him was carrying a bag or a CD case to the club. Ray says, "I feel like an ass walking around empty handed. Y'all look so important carrying Lu'kes stuff." Quickly, I handed Ray the shoulder strap from my 45 + pound record bag to let Ray feel important too. Three blocks of him grunting and bitchin about not needing to feel important anymore, Ray changed his mind quickly. To be continued after some much needed sleep. post comment

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