Sorry no blog last week but I was a bit busy entertaining the woman of my dreams! Yes, I flew out to Germany to meet her for the first time and we hit it off so well She suggested we fly back together. What a brilliant idea! I felt like we were such jet setters all be it on the cheap with Ryanair.
If you ever fly with them and you’re only taking hand baggage and you’re a couple of kilos over, don’t worry, don’t do what I did and own up, get directed to one of their deliberately confusing extra baggage machines and get over charged on your credit card by some Â£40.00. Just take your pre-printed boarding card/ticket and go straight through to security where they don’t have any scales and make sure you don’t have a pen knife on your key ring or more than 100ml of any liquid and put your hair gel etc. in a plastic clear bag (why???)
and you’ll get straight through without losing anything like I did. Â£17 quid that Swiss army knife was. Torch, knife, nail file, scissors. All a traveling man could want, gone in an instant and all because the Americans invented Al Kieda to rob us of our human rights, not to mention aftershave and pen knives.. Of course I can’t verify that fact but I’ve yet to hear a proper explanation for the pentagon hole on 911.
Flying used to be a pleasure before the most suppressed and badly fed people on earth’s government decided to do all this stuff to us. I really feel for Americans. Their government is run by a bunch of private bankers and it loans them their own money under emergency finance conditions, using them as collateral. What a cheek! Only in America. Trouble is, our government do whatever they tell us to. Hence the ghastly experience of modern day flying. So many wasted penknives, scissors and toiletries!
What has all this got to do with the life of a mobile DJ I hear you ask?..Nothing at all. except that I am a mobile DJ and this is my life.
I’m loving the fact that my lady: Becky is not afraid of helping me with the equipment when I’m shunting it in and out of venues. In time she might take out another show under the Cloud And Sun DJ Services name.
No promises though. First and foremost she is trained in estate agency type stuff and hopes to put her hand to it over here. In Germany I don’t think they have quite the same reputation. You have to do quite a bit of official training in various property laws. Already they’re sounding better than ours aren’t they?
Also this week after waiting some time for it to arrive, I got a new controller for my strobe light. Not many Deejays have these things these days. Perhaps it’s the musician in me but I like to accent certain bits of the music with this type of lighting. I’ve been doing it from the start but I recall seeing “the Killers” do a set on the “Brit awards” a couple of years ago and they had a whole row of strobes which were used to great effect on at least one song at the peak of the main phrase (he doesn’t look a bit like Jesus etc.). Anyhow, the old controller started making a giant cracking noise across the speakers when you switched it on, so it had to go after nine years of good service, leaving my microphone stand as the only original remaining piece of kit. Talking of which, I can really relate to my microphone stand. Like me it’s getting on a bit and to keep it working it needs it’s nuts tightening every now and then.
This new controller though is the dogs danglers. You can push various buttons with instant response (unlike the old one) and so create a much better light show. I’m guessing by now that you understand why I digress from the main topic so often…(yaaawwnn…)
I must tell you about the Eric Cantona look-alike the other week (French as well) who decided that It would be a good idea to spray all the guests and the show with vintage Champagne, much to my annoyance and the poor bride and groom who lost most of it in the process. It’s the only time to date that I have told a guest to stop spraying his fluid all over the equipment and piss off!
You know what they are trying to signify in a James Bond movie when he pops a cork on a bottle of Bollinger 53? Well I was joking to Becky in my best “Clouseau” accent that he obviously loved the show so much he wanted to …uh….. all over it even though he….uh…. knew it was wrong…….he just couldn’t…uh…help himself!
Here endeth this weeks blog.