Sunday 2003.05.04 3:58 AM CST.
Earth Day Weekend, 1990.
a lot has happened lately. Or, at least, it seems that way.
I really need to start making updates to this site more often, but I
often get sidetracked.
the time above is correct. I'm writing this update at just about
four in the morning. I should be sleeping, but I don't sleep as
often as I need to. That's another story altogether. I should
warn you that this update will have very little to do with my current
DJing, my music productions, or anything else in those veins; it will
almost strictly be composed of my own personal ramblings and musings
over particular memories I hold dear from a little over 13 years back.
I was prompted to start this update while watching the telly this morning.
After passively observing a double-feature of SMC ("Sell My Crap")
commercials while concentrating on a high-intensity game of Postal 2,
I was anxious to see the usual 3:00 AM Sunday rerun of Saturday
was evident quickly that this was an Earth Day episode. The host
was Alec Baldwin and the musical guests were the B-52s. (Actually,
the B-52s are performing their second song, "Channel Z," as
I type this sentence, but for journalistic integrity I'll continue to
recount this in past tense.)
was thinking that this was probably from 1990, and when the B-52s began
their first song, "Cosmic Thing" (Yeah, I was surprised they
didn't include "Love Shack" in their two songs), I confirmed
my theory, as they had a huge "B-52s Earth Day 1990" banner
behind the band.
Day 1990 was pretty important to me. Well, the weekend surrounding
it was really important. Its value had nothing to do with actual
environmental issues, though I am concerned about the environment and
recycle almost religiously. In the first year of EKG Pro Mobile
Music, Earth Day weekend 1990 was one of my busiest weekends.
No, it wasn't that busy due to excessive DJ work, but due to other things
occurring that weekend. Right now, I'm in a sharing mood, so here's
why the weekend of Earth Day 1990 meant so much to me.
weekend started with my senior prom, on April 20th. I won't name
my date, since I pretty much hate her now, but at the time I thought
she was wonderful and I was thrilled to have her there. She and
I had our first date only six days before, at the first EKG Duohouse
Pilgrimage party. I was pretty much falling head-over-heels for
this chick. I had refused to DJ this party (after all, it was
my senior prom), so although I was hoping they would hire my friend/mentor
DJ Dave's Mirage Productions, the powers that were chose the K-107 Road
Show. The show sucked - man, did it ever suck - but it was a very
driving her home, though, we had some problems. There were some
major storms in the area, and two of the main bridges to her house were
covered in floodwater. While backing up to turn around, the righthand
wheels of my gold 1977 Malibu Classic went off the side of the road
and we were stuck. This was before the days when everyone and
their dog had a cell phone, so eventually we actually had to hitch a
ride (the only time I've ever done that, but we were desperate) back
to my parents' house so that they could use an alternate route to drive
my date home. It's a pathetic story, yes, and even more pathetic
because we didn't take advantage of the time in which my date and I
were "parked" in an isolated rural area with nobody around!
date quickly became my girlfriend, and a little over 3 months later,
she and her family would move to a suburb of Dallas, Texas. Then,
around seven months after that, my girlfriend would come home for spring
break to reveal that she had lost her virginity to another guy and was
dumping me for a 15-year-old skater punk. Of course, I didn't
realize any of that was going to occur, and I still remember that prom
as being one of the most beautiful experiences of my mostly miserable
The fun continued on Saturday, the 21st. EKG had our first-ever
Oklahoma City gig, and I was very worried because one of my two "regular"
assistants and my best friend, Kevin, was not going to be able to help
with it. The other "regular" guy, Billy, went down to
OKC with myself and my dad, who often helped set up equipment and whatnot.
gig was some sort of college-age gig which had been arranged by the
aforementioned friend/mentor Dave, who wasn't able to do it himself
as he had work to do elsewhere. Dad, Billy and I got down there
and we were helped by a friend of Dave's, Andy something-or-other.
We got all the equipment set up, and the Dave dropped by and we went
momentarily record-shopping at a nearby Sound Warehouse. To help
point out what musical period this was, he was hooked on a big hit song
called "Poison" by Bell Biv Devoe, and it was my first time
ever hearing of them. :)
want to say that I bought the "Poison" 12" single, and
I know that I picked up the 12" of "Tell Me When the Fever
Ended" by Electribe 101 that day as well. We got back, Dave
headed off to his event, and I performed for the little OKC party.
I remember that the crowd was not very active, and although I tried
my best, I couldn't get them to move. I had recently picked up
the 12" version of Kaoma's song, "Lambada" (you know,
the forbidden dance) and I remember throwing it on in an attempt
to get my zombie crowd to wake up. Nope, nothing. Then,
after our gig was over, as we were gathering and packing equipment,
I looked down from our second-floor window to a big party that another
DJ was performing for a primarily Latin crowd outside. He had
a relatively small setup and very few (if any) lights, but his crowd
was actually in the mood to party and not just stand around, so they
were having a great time. He played "Lambada" and his
crowd went nuts. I felt envy that I wasn't that DJ, as well as
a bit of envy that I wasn't down there having fun as part of his crowd.
think the most significant thing that happened at that event, however,
was that someone came up and asked me to play some "techno"
music. Within the course of a year, I would be a huge techno fan,
but at the time, it was the first time I'd ever heard the term.
I had plenty of tracks which had actually qualified as "techno"
music, but sadly, I had never hard anyone call it that. Lots of
the songs I had once called "house" or "acid house"
or just plain old "progressive" now had a new genre in which
to fit, and within the next year the massive techno invasion of Oklahoma's
underground club culture would take hold.
The next day was Sunday, April 22nd. A lot of people don't know
that one of my earliest hobbies was performing magic tricks (or, as
the late Doug Henning would insist, "illooooousions"), and
I had been hired to perform at a birthday party for my friend Roger's
kid brother (or one of Roger's kid brother's kid friends). Having
ridden on not much sleep for the weekend, I can't remember much about
the event, except that it went okay, the kids enjoyed my cheap tricks,
and I made a cool $35. :) Then, I went home and spent the
rest of the day "putting off" my homework until the last minute,
and went back to another fun (ha) day at school on Monday.
have I chosen to share these memories with you? I don't know.
No, I haven't been drinking, thanks very much. I felt like somberly
reminiscing about an arguably happier time, back when I was a very different
person. Although I have often questioned the need for highly intricate
history courses in high school or college curriculums, I find a personal
history to be a very important thing. By this point, it's about
5:15 AM, and it's probably time that I crash.
I do have a couple new remixes of an Oleander song up at AcidPlanet.
I'm too tired to include the links right now; if you know where to find
the other stuff I've done, you can likely find these mixes.
here's a quick CD recommendation for you: Check out the Details
CD by Frou Frou. You may remember that I remixed their song, "Breathe
In," quite a while back (see Entry
13 for more info). Well, the full-length CD is quite nice.
Quite nice indeed.
yes, I am still planning the big party that I've mentioned before.
Maybe October, maybe November. No idea, but I've been further
developing the probable tracklisting and it's shaping up to be a lot
and this goes back to the memories thing... Remember my best friends
Kevin and Billy that I mentioned earlier in this entry? Well,
I got e-mail from Kevin a few days ago, and while he couldn't give details,
he told me that he was out in the (Persian) Gulf. I don't know
where Billy is at this point, but I would venture a guess that he's
out there helping with the whole post-Iraqi-war efforts as well, since
both Kevin and Billy are in the navy. If you're so inclined, if
you could throw in some prayers for Kevin and Billy and their families,
I would appreciate it.
doubt you've read this whole thing, but if you have, then thanks.
Thanks very much.