reminds me of the night our crew was booked for the "B: room at some local spot here, shit was cool untill their "resident" showed up & started illin, they said we had to stop & let him take over, so we said cool, proceeded to jack the needles, pour about 6 beers all over the decks & mixer, then poured pitcher of beer on the amp rack & said peace...
needless to say the "B" room then had nobody playing in it...
someone had POURED A FUCKING DRINK ON MY OG BRASILIAN JOINTSSSSSS. so i have to end dudes life prematurely.
also not giving free drinks, or trying to limit them is weaksauce
a real similar situation went down where i was spinning last night-Me, Cosmo and Low Budget were djing in between sets and at the afterparty for a national hip-hop act and two little local groups. the first group was this lesbian rapper from the midwest. her dj showed up on some bullshit wanting to use my needles for the set. no way, nobody uses my needles, especially carpet munchers, so they had to do their set off of a cdj. The funniest part was the dj was pretending to scratch on the slipmat with an empty tonearm, and the singer had to beatbox some of the parts. so then i get back on, and rock it for a while, then cosmo shows up late. fuck that, i've been here since 8:00 soundcheck, playing records and you want to show at 11:00 like a superstar? needless to say cosmo took the night off. then this local group played, and they were ok but their set was going too long so i started playing over them until they cut it short. played a long west coast set for the national act (they were from cali) and killed it - they were all giving me props. their drummer was trying to soundcheck over my shit but the owner got him to chill. they do their set - bananas. whole place is full, sold out crowd. so afterward their is an open bar and me and low budget played, and everything went well. we kept the crowd dancing until about 3, when it started to slow down. i had drunk maybe 7-8 beers at this point. at the end of the night the promoter for the national act starts fronting on our money. we had an agreement with the label for a $2000 guarantee and they were trying to short us like $200, saying the label didn't tell the tour manager that we were getting that much out of the door (they thought the club was paying). we take it outside and we're arguing in front of the club, and the tour manager starts pushing the club owner (who is also my cousin). fuck that shit, time to get my money. luckily i keep a 9mm in the glove compartment of my truck and i'm parked across the street, so i grab my shit and slap the shit out of the tour manager from behind and when he turns around i gun-butt him on the eye socket. blood pouring out of dude's face on the ground, all of a sudden they aren't so worried about their money. the funny shit was he came up off ALL the money, not just my $200 but also like $13,000 from the safe in the tour bus! then i went and poured gasoline all over their amps and keyboards and shit, and just burned all that shit to the ground on the side walk in front of the club. maybe i was a little drunk but you know, you gotta do what you gotta do.
luckily i keep a 9mm in the glove compartment of my truck
nobody uses my needles, especially carpet munchers
nobody uses my needles