Well now Davin wants me to design the t-shirts for my anti-smoking campaign. Me and my big mouth. Heh. So I’ll do it. You can go to the shop and you’ll see stuff available as I get to it, and I’m sure you’ll love them and spend loads of money. Here’s what I’ll do: I promise to spend 100% of the profits on non-smoking campaigns (which may very well be my own continued efforts). I started an outrageous full colour plaster graphic, but on the walk home tonight I decided I’d go the other direction, with bold text and minimal graphics. More impact.
Where was I tonight? Well, me and Dub-A and TalkTalk went to the 5th Ave Bar & Grill. Damn, I guess it’s been a couple years since I’ve been in there and wow has it changed. Very impressive. Used to be a half decent pub with average fare. Now it wouldn’t be out of place in a much bigger city. Two thumbs up. But enough with the endorsements.
After TalkTalk got predictably tired after his two pints and we unloaded him, Dub-A and I went up to Amy’s to rescue her from her homework. She’d already given up and was actually getting tired of waiting for us. Maybe we shouldn’t have stopped off at DQ and the video store? Love that girl.
Anyway, we put her to bed and headed back down to the ‘Mill, where we spent the rest of the evening indexing the tapes from our documentary thus far. Man, I know a lot of people think it’s silly to do that sort of thing, but we’ve got such a cool thing going at Wondermill that more than anything we want to be able to look back on our history and live it all over again.
And if we end up taking over the world I’m sure people will be very interested to see our humble beginnings. Like the raid on McDonalds, or the arrival of the Boardroom Table. And of course the houseboat trip. Good times, my friends.
I work with great people. I miss spinning though. Not that it would be something I’d have to make a choice over. I could happily do both. Over dinner we did the math again, just for fun, to see what I was making after tax for those brief couple of weeks when I was working 30 hours a week at the ‘mill and 4 paid nights at the club.
Madness. I’ll just say that.
But there’s no way I could have kept that up for long. Too much work. I had a respectable income and no time to enjoy it. And I wasn’t enjoying Victoria. It’s hard to enjoy being a dj in the hottest club in a town where the average idea of good music is Nelly or Ja Rule. No disrespect to those guys but that just doesn’t get me moving like club music does. I’ll take hard house any day. I confess that Fridays were my favorite. We’d cheese out completely while we were on the air, playing the worst top40 nonsense on Hot103 (a Rogers Media drone) oh it’s hit after hit alright….
*ahem*
but after we went off air at midnight I’d cut loose for two hours with ripping sweet house and the crowd would go off the hook and we KNEW what it was all about.
Ever seen a car ad with a hip hop soundtrack? That’s what I’m saying. Hip hop is not exciting. It doesn’t inspire your soul. It doesn’t take you anywhere. Sure it can be dirty, but it doesn’t lift me up. Cafe Del Mar still brings me up, and it’s so old it’s retro as far as most of the world is concerned. But it’s got soul!
Sooner or later, the underground will break out, just like it has everywhere else. I was actually surprised this summer at how big the underground community is on the island, what with me devoting my entire nightlife for the past ten years to my nightclubs. When the club closed, djs Ariz0na, Bedlam, and myself had some free time without an Experience night to run, so I was able to attend some ‘events’ for the first time in, oh, ten years. I saw some great shows and I’ll be back in there next summer, maybe with an appearance or two if all goes well.
I do tend to go on, don’t I? Well. So be it. I’m hardly boring you am I? An audience of… hmm… counting me that’s… 1. Heh. I warned ya. I’m here for my peace of mind, not yours. Hee hee!
Coming soon: more pics and maybe even a badly needed update for the site!
And remember: smoking makes you ugly. *grin*