Well, It's been a busy weekend, but I'm back with a great story to tell. There may be some harsh words, so watch out here.
From time to time since leaving Wet Willie's here in Savannah, I've been doing gigs at this place called The Bar Bar. It's a Yuppie meat market in downtown Savannah. The previous DJ there was a guy who thought he was king of the world and would move folks from the dance floor just so he could show off his Michael Jackson moves. After the owners of the bar Mark and David realized that he was a lousy jock, he told them that he was moving to Atlanta to work as an A&R guy for Jive records. The last they heard from him when he left was that he was working as a DJ at a seedy bar on River Street. We see now who's full of Jive. Nonetheless, I got the call to duty because they knew I was professional as hell and I know the music and the crowds. I've been packing them in the place ever since. The crowds love me, which makes me feel a lot better than I did the whole time I was at Willies and I get a hell of a lot more respect than I ever did from Bar Bar than any other bar I've ever worked.
The past few days the bar has been run by Mark's girlfriend, Tina. The regular manager, Susan took a month off and Mark thought it would be wise to get someone he knows to run the place. Tina seems like a niceable girl, and she had previously worked there before seeing Mark. It didn't matter to me. Just give me my money at the end of the night and let me go home, cause I don't care who you are after I get paid. Simple as that.
Now, I get all kind of folks to roll though the place when I'm there. A lot of them usually ask the same question. "Where's the old DJ?" I don't know, I don't really wonder about him, I never knew the guy, and what do you want to hear? That straightens them out quickly, they hear their song and they're happy. But, last night was different.
The dance floor starts at 10 pm, however Tina comes up to me as son as I walk in telling me she wants to open up early. I haven't even prepared anything yet, but I said ok fine. You're the guest manager, whatever. So I just threw on the first thing I could think of, which was "Roxanne, Roxanne" by U.T.F.O. , a classic in hip hop. Early in the evening, I usually play old school stuff to get it out of my system and no one usually shows up in the room too soon. But this time, as soon as the song started a group of girls showed up, heard the song and started to give me the skunk face. Now these girls are the Barbie doll types. Too pretty for their own good and filled with plastic. They wanted to be seen and noticed and I never notice them.
So, of the girls (we'll just call her Ho Bag #1) comes up to me and says, " Omygawd, like, WE wanna hear some good music. Like, could you turn that off and put on something good?" I told her that I just put the song on and she had three minutes to wait for another one. Her reaction was "Well, like, play a good one,like, soon." Then, she held up her hand like she wanted me to give her a high five.
Now, let's understand something. I'm 38 years old. I don't do high fives anymore. I also don't give the pound to women. I have very big, powerful hands and I am Black. Do you know how stupid I would look giving a high five to a woman, nonetheless a tiny white girl? If I were to make contact palm to palm with her, she's wind up with a sack of dust around flesh, then run off screaming, "The big Negro broke my hand!" I actually told a girl who had the jaw of a hundred year old lantern the night before that. Her reaction was that her guy friends give her pound all the time. I told her all her guys friend who do that also want to do her and they could care less. Guys should treat women like women. Well, Ho #1 didn't get that. I told her I don't give women high fives. She became disgusted and began to call me a dick, a nigger and that I can be fired. I put on my headphones and just went back to playing music. Sometimes it's all you can do without slinging CD's like throwing stars and killing all of them.
They stared asking where the old DJ was and I said I'm then new one. Nothing more, nothing less. Then, they got really upset over that. This is where Tina comes in to play. One of the skanks goes to get her and tell her that the uppity nigger has a problem and she should straighten it out. So, Tina comes up with a Ho and tells me that that they are friends of hers and they spend a lot of money there and what ever song they want to hear I better play it. I let Tina and the Ho know that I ain't a mind reader and they never ever asked for any particular song. If they have one, then I'll play it, but until then, I'll do what I normally do. So Tina goes the old don't you argue with me, I'm the boss here, then both girls walked away with that determined white girl walk. You've seen those during those stupid "Legally Blond" movies.
As you can tell by know, I'm pretty pissed off. So, I threw on a long tune and found Tina at the bar where she was pretty busy with her job. JUST LIKE I WAS WITH MINE BEFORE I WAS INTERRUPTED. I told her let's talk now before I walk out of there with all the music. We go into the back office and I told her my side of the story, but she didn't want to hear it then. She goes she wants to talk about it later, but it need ed to be worked out now, before anything else goes on. Nope, she wanted to talk about it after work and we'll argue later. So, I walked off pissed off while she thought she had the upper hand. No way was she getting away with this. I could have cared less who she was doing.
Soon, the other owner, Mark showed up and skid me what I thought happened. I told him the rundown which I wish I could have just done here. His reaction? That I'm doing a great job, the crowd loves me, the folks who works for the bar love me and I'm a damn good guy and it will be taken care of. He then apologized and told me it's cool. That's when I felt like the Teflon Don. For as soon as Mark made me feel better, Tina came up to me and asked was I ok. I looked at her and said, "Hey, I'm fine". That's when she dropped her head and out came an "I'm sorry". I said fine. And went to throw down the maddest mix I've done since I've been there.
I'm a pretty much a laid back guy. Give me the respect that I deserve. Don't, and by all that is holy, I will wish the fate of a thousand fears upon your soul. I will growl and sneer and and
give you the coldest touch the iceberg hit the Titanic. All any human wants is R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
I got it. For the first time in a long time, I got it. And, those skanks ever come back to The Bar Bar again, they'll know to give me the respect I deserve.
Damn, it feels good seein' people up on it.