Currently, band members are in their seventies. In the past years, folks question The Rolling Stones’ age. Are they too old to rock ‘n’ roll? I’m not answering that. Yet, if folks are still paying to see them onstage, why quit?
Use to DJ some years back. Made more money in Sanford than I did in Orlando.
Had a weekly gig in Sanford. Two nights a week at a joint called Little Fish, Huge Pond. Most folks appreciated me. Patrons even celebrated my birthday there. Surprised me with a birthday cake.
DJ equipment wasn’t anything fancy. Just a laptop and external memory containing my music.
Using a laptop gained me a few enemies. Some folks said I wasn’t a real DJ. Guess I was supposed to still be using vinyl or CDs. Or use a controller. Still, most patrons didn’t give a shit about equipment.
People who hired me for parties and events didn’t care about equipment either. Sometimes, I got more gigs than “real DJs”. Most folks just wanted decent music.
Wasn’t trying to change the world. Wasn’t trying to start a new scene. Was mainly trying to earn some money.
Couldn’t find a real job. Nobody wouldn't hire a guy who was fired for tardiness. For the record, I was never written up for that. Nor was I ever warned my tardiness was going to get me fired. Still, this is Right-To-Work Florida. The state where an employer can fire you for anything and get away with it. Yet, can’t fire you because of race, gender and age.
Folks didn’t have to call me a real DJ. My laptop did what it was supposed to do. Put money in my pocket during hard times.
Most of Central Florida knows Stone Crazy (Patrick Scott Barnes) as a poet. Yet, he also photographs, DJ and blogs. The rest of the time, the now sober blogger guzzles Diet Coke in Central Florida nightspots.