Behind the Groove

Well, there was another interesting night at Kenny's last night. The DJ said that he would be there for 8:30, to prepare for the 9:00 rush. I tried getting there on time, but due to a friggin' PARADE on the main street, I had to try to get around it 3 times before successfully finding it (I gotta learn the alternate routes!). So, I get there and bring the laptop, because I had some CD's to copy from the DJ, and I wanted to get in on it early before the masses saw me walking in with merchandise. I get in and set up, and the DJ's backup DJ, G-Money, showed up. I shook hands with him and started kicking DJ'ing and production knowledge, shooting the breeze.

Then, local phenom producer Caponne came in and we were kickin' it, and the crowds started coming in. I began to copy the CD I needed and was enjoying the evening. The crowds were slow to react to the music, but in time, people made their way to the dance floor. As I copied the CD I came for, the DJ asked me to make copies for him to sell. Seeing as he's gotten me into the club free for the last....everytime I've gone, it was nothing to help him out. I burn the copies, and he announces the sale. 2 guys come by the DJ booth to cop discs, and the exchanges happened as planned. Then, one of the guys wanted a special disc (The Prefix mixtape by Lil Wayne) and I hadn't burned it yet. The DJ gave me his copy and told me to burn it for him and I could keep the money, since I did it from scratch.

I'm looking and learning and learning and looking, soaking it all in like a sponge. I notice a woman who will be the subject of my next theory. You see, she was a VERY explosive dancer, but she was a Category 3. She came by the DJ booth and G-Money and I, from seeing her be victimized all night, talked to her. We suggested that she dance by the DJ booth to avoid being harrassed by unwanted horny advances. She took to the okie-doke right on cue, and the DJ's were damn near treated to their private dancer. Before we had the chance to put Tina Turner on (the old school folk will get the connection), she disappeared back into the crowd. However, she left her jacket by us, so we knew she'd be back.

I look into G-Money's collection and start copying some of HIS CD's while I'm there (make the most of your trip!). It was already about 1:00am by this time. I hadn't tried to grind on ANYTHING yet, but I was having the time of my life. I was syncing up with the music as if subliminal mind-control was in effect. Every beat switch, every song change, every shout out on the mic, was cued up in my brain, as if by some mystical DJ force. I leaned over to the DJ and whispered "dude, I think I'm a DJ." We were talking about some of my tracks and what he thought. I was pleased to hear him say that for my first tracks, they were pretty good. Cloud Nine must've built a bedroom for me, because I was there the whole time. I continued to rock out to the music and noticed that the time flew by, and I wasn't even remotely tired.

It was nearing 4:00am, and G-Money said that he had to go to the other dance floor to DJ, so I wrapped up copying CD's from him. Around that time, a dancer who goes by the name "Slick" approached me about being their DJ. He said that he was a part of a dance group and that they come to Kenny's every weekend and dance. He said they were anticipating going on BET in about 6 weeks, and they wanted to bring a DJ with them to not only help bring BOUNCE music and New Orleans dancing to the national stage, but to put the DJ on national blast as well. Honored that he thought of me, I chatted it up with him and burned him a CD for his group to dance to. He paid for the disc, gave me his number, and told me to get at him about the gig.

The night was turning into morning, and the patrons were beginning to leave. The DJ put on a CD and walked away. I sat there in the DJ booth and wondered: why don't I take advantage? So, I hopped to the DJ setup and DJ'ed right there! For the last half-hour, I was the DJ in command, switching it up like a pro. I was getting down when the DJ turned the lights on and said that the night was over. I asked him how I did, and he said I did very well. He said I would be his new backup DJ. I packed up and went home, feeling very satisfied. I just had to share my good fortune with you all. If you believe in something, go with it. Your spark will come along in due time. Y'all stay blessed.

-B