Fridays gig was great in every sense. Despite having a power cut when the haze machine (not mine but installed by someone else known to the bride and groom) ran out of liquid and triggered the trip switch. The laptop hates it when this happens as it's running off an external mega sized hard drive and despite not losing power itself (due to it's battery) it refuses to recognize the said drive when power resumes. Luckily, I have a separate Numark system which runs on Linux and boots up again much quicker.
At the end of the gig I tried to get a video testimony from the groom and in turn the bride but the groom said he didn't agree with that sort of thing so I didn't push it.
He then went on to say how very impressed he was with my music, mixing aand the show in general, to which I replied: "if only I could get that on camera!" he grinned at me in the way of a man who knew the true value of what he was withholding.. Never mind, I'd already got his dads testimony and unbeknown to me I was about to get his best man's too. See it on the up coming video number 6.
On to Saturdays gig. This was a sort of after-the-wedding-in-Barbados party for the rest of the family do. As far as the guests were concerned everything went fine. As far as I was concerned everything WAS going fine until the chief pain in the arse at the venue decided to switch on the "flash different coloured traffic lights at the band area of the stage" lights. This had the effect of lighting me up which is wrong for a start because I'm not the star. The music is the star with a mobile disco or at worst, the bride in all her glory. More importantly it had the effect of lighting the dance floor up like Tescos which to put it politely I found a tad exasperating. I went over and asked her if those lights could be turned off. "No" she said. No explanation, just "no". "But the dance floor is lit up like a supermarket" I said. "it's turning the customers off. No One wants that much attention. It's clearing the floor". "I'm not turning them off" she said. "Why?" I said. "It's too dark and they're staying on" She said. As I walked back to my show in defeat i fantasized at all the things I'd like to do to her like Coming on the microphone and hurling insults at the attitude of the horrible bitter cow etc. but of course I'm much too good mannered and sensible for that. I can think of other deejays who would have let rip. Me? I just stood there doing my job to a thinner dance floor quietly seething and wishing the flees of a thousand camels to infest her nasty armpits. Do you ever get that overwhelming feeling that someone is only doing what they are doing just because they either have decided they don't like you or they think everyone is having too much fun?
I don't get it very often but when I do I sure as hell know it.
i'm sure you're thinking that's it but alas, no. DJ Software is an organic thing. It obviously grows week on week with new songs but other things get worked on and saved at the gig as well like buiding new genres of music and beat processing etc.
So imagine how I felt when after doing some particularly good work for "Disco kind" I found that at the end of the gig I couldn't damnwell save any of it! I'm not blaming the software this time. The software is solid gold. It's the most stable software I've ever used. No It's bloody windows that's what. The most unreliable computing platform ever to darken the solar system. Deliberately designed with future failure in mind... and lots of it! As I type this I have lots of defragging going on and this new defrag programme I've downloaded seems to be taking about three days to complete the cycle. Of course I downloaded it because windows panorama doesn't like you to see what the defragger is up to. I'm beginning to see why. So as I type this I don't for sure know if I can still save my work. Like to take bets? Oh well If I have to re-install or throw some sort of sci-fi solution together I'm sure I can do something to get it working again. All it means is that my laptop needs some TLC. Sitting down there all on it's own waiting for my next gig before she get's any more attention. Perhaps that's whats wrong with the traffic lights woman.