Well now I’ve done it. I’ve gone and signed up for a blog. I suppose from here on out it’s going to be an addiction. There seems to be something comforting about talking out into the nothingess. Or is it the everythingness? Who knows…
Last night had a fantastic evening at Spin. Me and Djeremy filled in for Freddie Bain and we tore the roof off the motherfucker. We tag-teamed the decks all night long and the queens were dancin’ from 11:00 on. Gotta love $1 drink night. Always seems to get them in the mood.
Spinning the whole night with Djeremy made me realize something. There are very few people in this world that can speak the same language you do. I’m very fortunate to have him as a friend. The entire night we were on the same wavelength. When you find a kindred like that, someone who understands the things you do, it’s an incredible feeling.
I love having a full dancefloor when I spin. There’s something deliciously powerful about it. You’re making the sounds. You’re setting the groove. You’re in control, but oddly enough, you’re a slave to the dancers. Without them, where would you be?
I finally feel like a DJ.