One Hundred Fifty-Seven.
Wednesday, 2012.08.01, 2:35 PM CST.
ten years of great times at the Gypsy Coffee House (and DJBadger.com!).
Current Mood: A little nostalgic
and sad but optimistic.
Current Scent: Eau Sauvage Extrême by Christian Dior.
crap... Is it August already?
meant to mention this in June... and then in July. I wrote up
this update, then kept editing and re-editing... and never got around
to posting it.
it needs to be posted. :) So, here goes.
was a very special month. May was special as well (mainly due
to the 20th anniversary of some stuff... maybe I'll post about it sometime),
but June was a pretty big deal for me. DJBadger.com turned 10
right... Ten years of (off-and-on) posting my opinions, stories,
memories, false hopes, and other ramblings here for you to peruse, in
the hopes that someone might actually be paying attention. I hope
you've enjoyed it.
June 9th, 2002, I posted my first
journal entry here. Two days later, I posted a
small rant about the "moron parade" which had lined up
and camped out for the opening of the new Krispy Kreme. (Ten years
later, I'll still say it: It was like a moron parade. Decent
on June 17th, 2002, I posted my third
journal entry. I was excited that I had received some handmade
dolls designed by an artist friend of mine, James Ether. I also
posted about a coffee shoppe that I'd visited for the first time - the
Gypsy Coffee House in downtown Tulsa.
enjoyed the Gypsy, but I didn't realize how much that place would change
little coffee shoppe became my favourite place to get away from things
and just hang out - hang out with friends like Tim (DJ TMJ) and his
then-girlfriend/now-wife Lori, as well as some new friends that I met
at the Gypsy itself. I would eat dinner there often, enjoying
things like their amazing egg salad and bottles of Bawls energy drink
(both of which, sadly, are no longer on the menu). I would share
some of my early tracks with some of the staff there. I was completely
single (and somewhat lonely), and I had plenty of time to dedicate to
being creative and (to an extent) social.
developed a habit of wearing dress shirts and ties to the Gypsy.
It happened to be at a point in my life in which I was collecting neckties
obsessively, so every time that I went in I would wear a different tie.
One of the Gypsy baristas remarked that they liked me because even though
I dressed sharply, I didn't treat them like crap like a lot of men who
dressed that way. That was both flattering and saddening at the
wasn't until June 2003 that the Gypsy made a major impact.
After a series of various circumstances that would be too drawn-out
to share right now (even for me!), with the encouragement of an extremely
talented Gypsy poet known as "Fool," I tried performing at
the Gypsy Open Mic Night.
anyone in the audience knew me. I read, as a spoken-word piece,
a song that I had written ("You Get What You Deserve") about
how happy I was that an ex-girlfriend of mine had gotten throat cancer.
(Mean-spirited? Yes. But she was a horrible human
being.) By the end of my reading, some people stood there with
their mouths agape... they didn't know what the hell they'd just heard.
kept coming back, with more "new stuff." I eventually
became known as the go-to person for sick, offensive comic poetry.
The Gypsy wouldn't censor foul language (they still won't), so I tested
the limits. I shocked people, and I made them laugh. Among
the Gypsy denizens, I became more well-known for my poems about the
Olsen Twins, diarrhea, and lackluster Tulsa strippers than I was for
my DJing or musical production.
on October 28th, 2003, I had a "featured performance" (basically
a highly-extended set) at the Gypsy Open Mic Night - a one-time, badly-performed,
ridiculous "play" that I'd written with lots of friends involved.
In between the two "acts" of my featured performance, there
was an intermission during which I went into the Gypsy bathroom, changed
costumes, and buzzed off all of my hair. (Yep, that's when I started
shaving my head.)
time went on, the Gypsy became instrumental in my development as a DJ,
as well. I did the DJ work for the afterparty of Captain Chambers'
"Blue November MicroFilmFest" in November 2003, then followed
that up with my own infamous "Mary Kate + Ashley Turn 18"
party on June 12th, 2004 - co-DJed by DJ TMJ. Through contacts
that I met at the Gypsy, I was able to get a short-lived residency at
the Oklahoma Fetish Factory (Club OFF) - an actual fetish/BDSM club!
- which was my first real "club" gig. (Up until then,
I had mainly done mobile DJ work - like weddings and proms and corporate
relationship with the Gypsy wasn't perfect, though. There were
numerous times in which individuals at the Gypsy (either my fellow Gypsy
customers or, on a couple of rare occasions, particular staff members)
would do something that pissed me off... and I would stay away for a
while - weeks or even months. But, I would always return.
My love of the Gypsy itself was more important to me than any hurt feelings
caused by any mere person.
over the last few years, I haven't been able to visit the Gypsy as often
as I used to. In 2007, I got married and had a kid... which severely
limited my "free time." Plus, changes in my "day
job" over the years haven't helped in that respect either.
celebration of my ten-year anniversary with the Gypsy, on June 17th,
I walked in and gave a special gift to Bradley Garcia, the Gypsy's owner
- a brand-new acrylic painting that I'd just finished entitled "Welcome
To the Gypsy." He was so pleased with it that he immediately
put it up as part of the Gypsy's regular décor. (Needless
to say, I was incredibly flattered.)
my time restraints, I still go to the Gypsy now and then, and I still
continue to do occasional artistic/music-related appearances there.
In fact, last fall, I even got to put up my debut art exhibit, "Badger:
Exhibit A," at which I displayed seventeen of my new original paintings.
Even though I don't go there as often as I used to, I still LOVE the
Gypsy Coffee House. It's a wonderful place to relax, meet with
other creative souls, and enjoy some great food and drink.
you've never experienced the Gypsy, I HIGHLY recommend it.
There's no other place in Tulsa quite like it. The Gypsy is located
at 303 N. Cincinnati, just south of I-244. If you're familiar
with downtown Tulsa and you know where Spaghetti Warehouse is located:
When you're facing Spaghetti Warehouse, the Gypsy is located right behind
you don't know what to get because you "wouldn't know what to get,"
my recommendations are below.
facts about the Gypsy Coffee House:
Favourite Gypsy Beverage:
Coconut Cream Soda - heavy on the coconut.
(I've lobbied to have this added to the menu as the "Badger Soda.")
Honourable mentions: the Colombian Spicy Hot Chocolate, or a good
ol' doppio (double espresso).
Favourite Gypsy Food Item:
Jail House Grilled Cheese (formerly the Jail House Three Cheese), with
chips and a side of ranch.
DJ Performances at the Gypsy:
November 14th, 2003: Blue November MicroFilmFest afterparty, night
November 15th, 2003: Blue November MicroFilmFest afterparty, night
June 12th, 2004: Mary-Kate + Ashley Turn 18, with DJ TMJ.
August 28th, 2004: Halloween in August, with DJ TMJ.
October 30th, 2004: Hallowmania, with DJ TMJ and Axis.
July 16th, 2005: Retro Without Shame, with DJ TMJ.
April 1st, 2006: Bikini Pop Fiasco, with DJ TMJ.
April 24th, 2009: Depeche Mode Night aka DM Album Release Party,
with DJ TMJ.
August 6th, 2010: The Great Gypsy Chillout.
Favourite Gypsy Open Mic Night Hosts:
Betty and Jacob.
of My Favourite Gypsy Open Mic Night Performers:
Poets: Fool, Elijah X. Mothershed, TC Buck, the Ambassador.
Comics: Wes Jackson, Sam Higgins, Hilton Price, Steven King.
Guitarists: Joesf Glaude, Eric Strauss, Drew Bruce.
Vocalists: Rachel Bachman, Timbré Wolf, Jes Leneé,
Liz Bruffett, Tiph Hohmann.
Violinist/Mindblowing Opera Singer: Jocelyn Rowland Hughes.
Punk Guitarist/Vocalist/Writer of the Song "Bullshit:"
Singer of Songs About Women with Brown Eyes: John Robinson.
The Best Pair of Hot Female Violinists,
Accompanied By a Horribly Off-Key Male Vocalist,
Screaming Unintelligibly At the Top of His Lungs:
(Yes, the trio was called "Chai." I think the guy called
himself "Chai," too.)