This was one of the more eccentric events I have done. Out in the middle of Washington state in a town pretty far removed from it all I got to meet Claudia (pictured) and Eric. They didn’t go to Woodstock, but they sure made it to just about every other concert at the time. They held an event that I DJ’d called Boomerstock, a celebration for the re-opening of their Retirement center. It was definitely a little older crowd than usual, but still one full of life!
This was the 2nd of three gigs I had that Saturday in Isla Vista (IV), California. The first gig was a popping dayger at an ocean-side house that went from noon to 4. After finishing up at that gig I quickly mobbed to the rooftop of the tallest building in IV. We set up the equipment and even got a bubble machine running just in time for sunset. When the time came for the fraternity formal to begin we were all ready with my new fancy speakers pumping killer tunes, bubbles blowing across the dance floor, and the sun setting into the ocean. It was a magical time. The people were partying, the music was smashing, and we were all smiling. Good Times Indeed!
My face may look a little crazy, and you may be wondering what I am wearing, but read on and I will happily explain. So this was the 2nd of 3 angels and demons ragers we had at 6666 Pasado. That glowing box you see behind me was actually a 3-story tall cross constructed by Cameron. He really killed it, the thing was so tall and bright, you could see it from several streets away. Oh and then there’s Travis. So the year before when I had made the first cross someone had decided to climb this 300 pound collection of wood, nails, and LEDs. It was one of the scariest moments of my life but...luckily nothing happened and everyone was fine.This year I made sure not to let anyone near the cross. Many people climbed on the stage and I quickly shouted them down. But how could I say no to Travis? By the way, I am dressed as an angel, hence the yellow shirt and white robe. Judging by the picture I must have been playing a dirty banger at this moment. What can I say, if you ain’t sending it, why do it at all?
So much can be said of this day. We could talk about how packed the yard was, how epic the setup was, or how wild everything got. The one thing I want to focus in on is my homie and killer DJ Matt. Pictured in front of me here Matt and I were the only ones allowed on “stage” for this gnarly throwdown. By “stage” I am referring to the two strongest die tables we could find. Mat was always someone I could depend on, and vice-versa. I remember one time we were both DJing a party some total Dab tried to come up to the table to probably request some terrible song by Young Thug. Luckily all it took was a gentle push back to get her away from the DJ table. She pretty much toppled over like a jenga stack falling over.
Professionalism summed up by one picture.
Oh yeah, you better believe this was a solid night. The first wedding I ever DJ’d was an absolute success. From the superb speeches to the mic drops and rowdy dancing this haunted wedding had it all. To be clear, the newlyweds had held their ceremony months before, but had delayed the reception until Halloween. They called it their “Wicked Wedding.” Every single guest (and DJ) dressed up. I was rocking the Peter Pan get-out which was a hit. With the projector shining above our heads and my shoes lighting up the ground we had quite the spectacle.