Dj Ch405 Boycotts Mother's Tavern!

[Dj Ch405]

[glow=red,5,000]The contest kicks off around 10pm and goes all night, so come on down and get ready to party!

They haven't told me [s---] about the other Dj's competing that night, so I can't tell you who else will be playing or how many of them there'll be--but if nothin' else, I'll make the trip worth your while.

The one thing I do know is that they'll be judging the contest based on how loud everybody yells after each Dj's set, and the winner gets to keep rockin' the crowd for the rest of the night--so if you like what you hear, don't forget to scream![/glow]

[Dj Ch405]

[glow=red,5,000]In case you're wondering what happened...

...I got [f---]ed over.

Bitches called me while I was on the bus into town to tell me that I couldn't play in the contest.

I told these assholes how I do my mixing when I first entered, I knew it was different, I knew from the sound of their voices they didn't quite understand, but they never said [s---] about it being a problem.

No fine print in the ad saying "you have to mix our way to participate in our contest", no word about it from the people in charge during the month we spent gettin' this [s---] lined up...

...then BAM! 3 hours before the show, while I'm on the last bus into town, they call me and ask me which of their two acceptable methods I'm going to be using.

I don't have money for turntables, with the way prices have jacked up since mixing caught on with the rich white kids. It's a shame that what was once the ghetto kid's art has become a rich man's hobby, but that's the way it is.

I don't know what the [f---] this computer program they were talking about is--some kind of turntable controller that memorizes all the points on the record and cuts the jams for you with soulless, robotic precision.

I didn't have access to these things, and I didn't go bitin' somebody else's style, or hangin' on some established DJ beggin' them to teach me how to mix like everybody else does.

I taught myself, found my own way to use what I had to make my music and express myself, just like the pioneers that first figured out how to hook two turntables together and mix the tracks into a new form of music.

But down at Mother's Tavern, innovation is outlawed.

First they told me not to dance when I came in to check out the other contestants one night. Those guys were layin' it down, and I couldn't let that beat go to waste on all the stiff-kneed fools standin' there motionless on the dance floor.

Now I've danced on the streets, and I've danced in clubs all across this country, from the west coast to the east. Hell, I've danced on speeding trains while going to clubs all across the country--and I've never got anything but praise for my moves until the night the bouncer at Mother's came up and told me:

"You need to change your style or you won't be coming back in here for a long time."

I didn't let it phase me, I just left. He didn't know I was one of the Dj's, I figured "let him find out on the 20th when I come in and win this mother[f---]er."

Then they bump my show back a week to make way for an alcoholic actress who was behind on shooting her new movie because she'd just got outta' rehab.

I was pissed, but it only strengthened my resolve to come in and rock the [f---] outta' that place.

Then they pull this bull[s---]. I ain't one to sue somebody, but I know the law and what they did is flat out illegal. If there were conditions for entering the contest they had to be stated up front, and once they called me and told me I was in that constituted a legally binding verbal contract--even pushing the show back a week was against the law.

So that's how it is, I got [f---]ed out of a show, a $50 bar tab for playing, and a shot at $1,000--and you got [f---]ed out of gettin' to see me perform.

Telling people what to do isn't my thing, so I'm not gonna' ask you to boycott Mother's Tavern with me just because they [f---]ed my ass over.

If you want watered down drinks and unoriginal music in a club where breakdancing is prohibited, Mother's Tavern has it--I don't judge how people choose to spend their time...

...but I'm never settin' foot in that place again.[/glow]