Blog title : CAN Y'ALL PLEASE SHOW THE DJ SOME LOVE????!

June 20th, 2008






Alright dagnabit. I'm gonna have to be salty today.So, the homey Memphis Bleek






who is on the tour with us backin up ya boy Jay-z, thru sheeer luck ran into a stockholm promoter who wanted me to DJ his "afterparty" after the show.



Now of course, he didn't actually "know" what I did... He just knew I was Jay-z's DJ, which in itself is a gift and a curse. A gift because it has elevated the brand to a point where people don't even know what the product is, they just know the name and are willing to try it and pay for it. A curse, because... well, I did actually "try" to do something of substance before the Jay thing started, and of course it would be nice if he had already knew what I was capable of....



But, the world rarely works like that, and I am lucky with the position I'm in, to bring what I've done already to a larger audience.



Anyway, I did the party, with the only stipulation that my band and crew get in without a hitch.



LET's just say, the promoter came thru with flying colors.



VIP area, complimentary drinks, complimentary food... and the dude to female ratio was literally - LITERALLY 4 girls to every guy.



Now here is where the bitterness comes in. During this whole time period, I was djing, and for the people that know me, I take that very seriously - I dont drink much as it is, and I Never drink when I work, and I was just behind the tables the whole time, making sure I held down my position.



By the end the end of the night, I'm not trying to blow up spots, but lets just say a lot of FREE liquor was drunk, a lot of laughs were had, and a lot of numbers and or body fluids were exchanged. Enough of the crew (and by crew I mean even like security and the accountants from the show and shit) have walked away thinking that my parties are legendary...


So everyone got some love and some good times - except guess whoooo - ME AND, it was my birthday. AND at the end of the night because no one had money - I GOT STUCK WITH THE CAB BILL...




So this is my new request from you various fans of going out and "partying". Look. do me a favor. At the end of the night , go over to the dj. If your a dude, give homey a pound, tell him u had a dope ass time. Show him the girl you trying to get at , tell the dj " yo , you helped me get this!" .



If you're a girl, go over to the DJ, give him a kiss on the cheek, or grab his ass. I'm sure the DJ would appreciate it. Even if the DJ has a woman next to him . Just say to her "hey - I know you taken this dude home with you, he's yours, but I just wanted to grab him in the biscuits to show my appreciation." IT's a win win situation for everyone.



Ain't this some B.S.... I had to actually pay for the cab. dang shiftless roc boys...