Relaunched

A while. It's been a while.

Remember when I used to DJ? Remember when I used to make mix CDs for parties?

Yknow how I got out of the habit after I left IMSA/Carleton/Missouri. . .well I guess I'm gonna be back in the game for a few hours tonight.

A few months ago a friend who works for a store here in L-Town talked to me about maybe DJing a show at her store some Friday night. Sure, why not, I'll never actually have to do it. . .One thing led to another and tonight I'm actually DJing in front of people again.

I'm scared out of my mind, people.

Doing live shows is a totally different animal from doing the radio thing, and I'm kinda scared that I'm gonna have forgotten how to do shit on the fly with people watching.

Sure, I did it for the kidz in Missouri, but (no offense to y'all) they were a captive audience. They didn't have to like what I played, because they really couldn't go anywhere else.

Sure, I made mix CDs at Carleton, CDs that I liked and that some folks danced to and that some folks complained about (there's not enough swing dancing) but that's different. It wasn't me and the machine, doing it on the fly. There was so much reflection and planning that went into those albums. . . and KRLX was a different beast as well. That was in the basement, by myself. . .not even my friends listened to my show, where's the pressure in that?

Which brings be back to IMSA, seven years ago. That's the last time I was ever as creative as I wanted to be. It was insanity, yo and I was too young to be afraid of screwing up. Hell, one time I blew a fuse and fixed it with alumninum foil- that's how young and unafraid I was. Alas. . .

Right, so here I am, DJing, tonight.

I've always been too afraid to DJ live, so I've had to divorce myself from reality and create a performative me to get by. At IMSA, it was DJ Span, but he's been gone for a long time now. At Carleton, there was Czar Nenie I- and even he was too chickenshit to DJ live- that's why he had those mixes. In Missouri it was RC Nenie, the adult who was nice enough to throw parties for you. . .yeah, none of those guys are gonna do tonight, they're all part of a me that's no longer around, I guess I'm going to have to invent DJ Slim Mochachino for this. A breath of oldskool merino in a cotton/poly world. That's the only performative me that I can find, the only me that will enable me to extend far enough outside myself to get by. Should be. . .fun.

Calling DJ Slim Mochachino, the new 2004 version of the performative me. It's all an act, so no one gets hurt. . .

Wish me luck, and if you're in the area come check me out. 7p-9p at Hobbs, on 7th and Mass. Yeah. . .light a candle for me. WHOO!