I like your site. Thanks! Here is a true story in return. IDJ If I told you how many years I have been deejaying, you would think that I am old. I'm old enough, but not old! Let's just say that ole' ROC HOLIDAY started out young. I know the oldies and the goodies! I've gone country and been out west! I fell in love with southern rock and I've met the blues. Once, I ran a carnival music ride, and once I was a deejay at an all nude strip club. I've been on radio and television! I hip-hop, sock-hop & be-bop. I've spoken before crowds of thousands, small intimate gatherings, memorial services & such! I like being a deejay because of the energy that good music creates.
My first gig was out in California on New Years Eve and it was unannounced and unplanned. I was running with a clan of interstate telephone solicitors when we crashed this particular house party (there were others). Party crashers were welcome on the west coast back then. Thereby, west coast house parties were always packed with plenty of interesting people. However, stags fared better if they came as a guest of a friend, or a friend of a friend. Such was our case that New Years Eve. Suffice it to say, I think that we knew someone, that we had just met, that told us about the party, but they weren't going, so we dropped their name at the door anyway. I am taking the time to set up the scene so you can see that it doesn't take a top billing or otherwise to begin a career as a music meddler.
Every room of the house was jam-packed with people. The residents seemed to be holding down the kitchen and some incredible amounts of hard liquor too. I remember the bottles on the table. There was a keg out in the back yard... both were flowing. I bounced around a bit and quickly got bored. Somehow, I found myself sitting by the phonograph player and a stack of albums. There was a record playing and I was watching the needle riding the grooves,
eventually I began to finger through the disheveled music collection and decided to play a song. After that, I selected and played another, and then another, and on and on. No one seemed to care as I took the liberty. In fact, one person did come over to me and asked if I was the one picking out songs (before me, entire albums were left playing). When I admitted to meddling with the music, he complimented me.
I didn't fancy myself as some sort of entertainer or anything like that, even after having been recognized as being so. I was just glad that I hadn't pissed somebody off by touching their stuff! The more that I deejay, the more that I think about that first night out in California, on New Years Eve, when a star was born but nobody knew about it. Still a star regardless and happily so, ROC ON!
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I like your site. Thanks! Here is a true story in return.
IDJ
If I told you how many years I have been deejaying, you would think that I am old. I'm old enough, but not old! Let's just say that ole' ROC HOLIDAY started out young. I know the oldies and the goodies! I've gone country and been out west! I fell in love with southern rock and I've met the blues. Once, I ran a carnival music ride, and once I was a deejay at an all nude strip club. I've been on radio and television! I hip-hop, sock-hop & be-bop. I've spoken before crowds of thousands, small intimate gatherings, memorial services & such! I like being a deejay because of the energy that good music creates.
My first gig was out in California on New Years Eve and it was unannounced and unplanned. I was running with a clan of interstate telephone solicitors when we crashed this particular house party (there were others). Party crashers were welcome on the west coast back then. Thereby, west coast house parties were always packed with plenty of interesting people. However, stags fared better if they came as a guest of a friend, or a friend of a friend. Such was our case that New Years Eve. Suffice it to say, I think that we knew someone, that we had just met, that told us about the party, but they weren't going, so we dropped their name at the door anyway. I am taking the time to set up the scene so you can see that it doesn't take a top billing or otherwise to begin a career as a music meddler.
Every room of the house was jam-packed with people. The residents seemed to be holding down the kitchen and some incredible amounts of hard liquor too. I remember the bottles on the table. There was a keg out in the back yard... both were flowing. I bounced around a bit and quickly got bored. Somehow, I found myself sitting by the phonograph player and a stack of albums. There was a record playing and I was watching the needle riding the grooves,
eventually I began to finger through the disheveled music collection and decided to play a song. After that, I selected and played another, and then another, and on and on. No one seemed to care as I took the liberty. In fact, one person did come over to me and asked if I was the one picking out songs (before me, entire albums were left playing). When I admitted to meddling with the music, he complimented me.
I didn't fancy myself as some sort of entertainer or anything like that, even after having been recognized as being so. I was just glad that I hadn't pissed somebody off by touching their stuff! The more that I deejay, the more that I think about that first night out in California, on New Years Eve, when a star was born but nobody knew about it.
Still a star regardless and happily so,
ROC ON!
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