Posh Clubs. I ALWAYS without fail feel uncomfortable. All those turned up collars, loafers paired with red socks, champagne showers, and girls trying to catch their big fish. I mean for some people the site of someone taking a dump in street or old people kissing sort of freaks them out to the point of wanting to puke, for me, its posh white boys punching the air with their fists dancing to cheesy electro…o.u.c.h.
BUT having said that, recently i’ve randomly been getting booked to dj at these posh places. A LOT. If your wondering what im on about… this is normally how the booking process/ scenario goes ….
Promoter: ‘Hi we really love your blog, and your shows and what your doing, we would love to book you to dj at one of our events’
ME: ‘thank you, yes that would be great’
Promoter: ‘okay, so i presume you play dance, pop, electro right?’
ME: ‘no, erm, more grime, old skool hiphop, 90’s r&b, uk funky house and garage actually’
awkard pause as if to say , but your a blonde white girl who went to boarding school….
Promoter: ‘riiiiiight, well we do like a BIT of hiphop, you know, jay z and all that, but i mean, could you play poppy-commercial house?’
ME ‘ no.’ hannggggg upppp toonnneeeee.
For the record ( get it get itttttt?), I’m not a music snob, Its just more frustrating than anything.
SO you can imagine when i get booked for a gig and the promoter says ‘ just play what you want, go ape shit’ its the best thing that i could ever ever be told.
Thats what Girls Love DJs said when they booked me for their first UK party. FYI. GLDJ’s is basically a dutch party crew consisting of a bunch of mc’s, promoters and some of Hollands Best, most technically skilled DJ’S.
And despite being in an uber posh venue ( Supper Club) , i KNEW it was going to be a good rave when i was greeted with this….
Oh and this leigh bowery esque performance wasnt half bad. But when it came to the guy eating fire, i was cringing, i mean at one point his tongue caught on fire and as he closed his mouth, opening it slowly, i guess hoping the flame would be smothered, the flame became blue and started angrily flickering. Luckily this was just a blip and after much gyrating and spreading his legs a little bit too widely ( i swear i saw something nearly pop out) we were sort of over it.
Someone needed to start the skanking off, so i obliged, plus i always have tension before a set and dancing makes me feel creative.
The cutest couple . ever.
Me and my girl Ottelien who also helped organise the event.
Sef – our MC from the crew , Flinke Namen
The Obligatory end of night myspace style picture. sozza, had to put it up.
The Flexican (right). Musically he puts the awe in awesome!
Then Ottelien and i found this lonely looking man smoking on Portobello. He was either a chef or majorly fashion forward. Gwarn with yow apron bad self.
