As you may have surmised from my blog, I’m a huge fan of concerts. I get much pleasure watching an artist bring a CD to life. For me, there’s nothing better than spending several hours listening to good, live music.
This year, I’ve been to more than 10 shows. Some have been at intimate venues; others at arenas. Whenever I’m in a position to stand and dance, I do.
My idea of having a good time at a concert is dancing freely and singing hard and loud. During the New Edition concert last year, I broke into the dance they do during the chorus of the If It Isn’t Love video. Thankfully, I had most of the row to myself.
It’s perplexing to me when people stay seated the entire show. I saw a lot of this at the Maxwell show I attended a few weeks ago.
For the life of me, I can’t comprehend how someone paid for a concert ticket and they never leave their seat. I mean, it’s a concert, not the ballet or opera!
Maybe they are trying to be cute and don’t want to mess up their outfits.
Maybe they were having a good time, but when you are sitting there with your arms folded across your chest and not even attempting to move to the beat of the music, it makes me wonder why you even bothered coming out in the first place.
I know there are people who will say, “I paid my money and will enjoy myself sitting down,” and that’s fine.
But don’t get mad when I’m standing in front of you, dancing and singing to my heart’s content.
Because I paid my money too.
Me
- Soul Sista D
- Bay Area, CA, United States
- Music wakes me and keeps me going all day, every day. I’ve had a love for music since childhood, and it’s only intensified as I’ve matured. Musings On Music was inspired by Kenny Lattimore. I saw him perform in 2008 and realized there was something in his music that spoke to me on a level which said I needed to write about what I witnessed. I’ve been writing ever since.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I can’t live without my iPod
Back in the 80s, rapper LL Cool J made a song titled I Can’t Live Without My Radio.
In 2008, I know how exactly how he feels.
This is a sad day in my life.
I learned today that my iPod is officially dead.
For the last five years, I’ve formed a tight bond with my third-generation iPod. I’ll never forget the day a former co-worker introduced me to this music player. He had a first generation one, and once he explained to me that I could have my entire music collection in the palm of my hand, I was hooked.
A few weeks later, I ordered my own. For $400, I got the iPod, earbuds, a docking station, a carrying case and a USB cable. At the time, I thought that was a lot of money, but it was well worth it.
My iPod and me had our ups and downs. It kept freezing up when I wanted to run. It also would do some other funky stuff.
Instead of giving me a new iPod, Apple gave me the runaround about not being able to replace it because it was engraved. I battled with them for a long while, but they never gave in.
Still, I cherished it. I told everyone I could about it. It took a few years, but my sister and a few friends finally invested in one. They too are now hooked.
A few weeks ago, I dropped my iPod. This was nothing new because unfortunately, I’ve dropped it one too many times – even though every time I did it was in its carrying case.
This time, a piece broke off the bottom. No worries because it still played.
A few days ago, I went to use it and the Apple logo appeared – but it never went away.
That’s never a good sign.
I kept resetting it, but the logo just stayed put.
I made an appointment at Apple’s Genius Bar and received the devastating news. “Your hard drive is shot,” the man said. It costs $249 for a replacement.
I may have jinxed myself because I’ve been eyeing the new iPod Classic. Maybe my third generation caught wind of my desire for a new one and decided to force my hand.
Problem is I’m not sure I like the new iPod. I love that my buttons are above the wheel and not apart of it. I’m used to scrolling through and finding my music really fast.
I played with a friend’s iPod Classic, and the wheel just wasn’t right to me. Still, after my DJ friend told me buying a new iPod was something I should do for myself, I logged onto Amazon.com and hit the “Place your order” button – sans the engraving.
I should have my new 120GB iPod Classic by the end of the week. That’s such an upgrade from my 20GB.
After having music at my fingertips for the last five years, there’s no way I’m going back to carrying a bulky CD player.
Do they even still make those things?
In 2008, I know how exactly how he feels.
This is a sad day in my life.
I learned today that my iPod is officially dead.
For the last five years, I’ve formed a tight bond with my third-generation iPod. I’ll never forget the day a former co-worker introduced me to this music player. He had a first generation one, and once he explained to me that I could have my entire music collection in the palm of my hand, I was hooked.
A few weeks later, I ordered my own. For $400, I got the iPod, earbuds, a docking station, a carrying case and a USB cable. At the time, I thought that was a lot of money, but it was well worth it.
My iPod and me had our ups and downs. It kept freezing up when I wanted to run. It also would do some other funky stuff.
Instead of giving me a new iPod, Apple gave me the runaround about not being able to replace it because it was engraved. I battled with them for a long while, but they never gave in.
Still, I cherished it. I told everyone I could about it. It took a few years, but my sister and a few friends finally invested in one. They too are now hooked.
A few weeks ago, I dropped my iPod. This was nothing new because unfortunately, I’ve dropped it one too many times – even though every time I did it was in its carrying case.
This time, a piece broke off the bottom. No worries because it still played.
A few days ago, I went to use it and the Apple logo appeared – but it never went away.
That’s never a good sign.
I kept resetting it, but the logo just stayed put.
I made an appointment at Apple’s Genius Bar and received the devastating news. “Your hard drive is shot,” the man said. It costs $249 for a replacement.
I may have jinxed myself because I’ve been eyeing the new iPod Classic. Maybe my third generation caught wind of my desire for a new one and decided to force my hand.
Problem is I’m not sure I like the new iPod. I love that my buttons are above the wheel and not apart of it. I’m used to scrolling through and finding my music really fast.
I played with a friend’s iPod Classic, and the wheel just wasn’t right to me. Still, after my DJ friend told me buying a new iPod was something I should do for myself, I logged onto Amazon.com and hit the “Place your order” button – sans the engraving.
I should have my new 120GB iPod Classic by the end of the week. That’s such an upgrade from my 20GB.
After having music at my fingertips for the last five years, there’s no way I’m going back to carrying a bulky CD player.
Do they even still make those things?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Why voting matters
Tuesday, Nov. 4, 2008 will forever be remembered as the day America decided “Yes We Can” make a change in this country.
Barack Obama, the 47-year-old junior United States Senator from Illinois, will be officially sworn in as President on Jan. 20, 2009. I plan to be there because I wouldn’t miss witnessing history for anything.
I want to be able to tell my yet-to-be-had children’s children that I saw a Black man place his hand on the Bible and say the following oath:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
I cast my vo
te for President-elect Obama on Oct. 25. I really wanted to vote on Nov. 4, but I was flying back from Washington D.C., and didn’t want to chance not making it back in time.
Barack Obama, the 47-year-old junior United States Senator from Illinois, will be officially sworn in as President on Jan. 20, 2009. I plan to be there because I wouldn’t miss witnessing history for anything.
I want to be able to tell my yet-to-be-had children’s children that I saw a Black man place his hand on the Bible and say the following oath:
"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States."
I cast my vo
te for President-elect Obama on Oct. 25. I really wanted to vote on Nov. 4, but I was flying back from Washington D.C., and didn’t want to chance not making it back in time. I would have been sick to my stomach had I not been able to vote.
I’ve always believed that voting is a right and everyone should take advantage of the opportunity. Whether it’s for president or a bond measure, I always take time to vote.
As I cast my ballot that sunny Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t help but reflect on what my ancestors endured in order for me to walk into the Alameda County Court House and cast my vote for Barack Obama. For Black people, the right to vote has been a hard-won battle; my parent’s generation marched long and fought fiercely so that when a day like Nov. 4th came, I would be able to exercise my right to vote.
I often think about those who were bitten by dogs and hit with water from fire hoses; my heart aches knowing some paid the ultimate sacrifice just so a race of people could have a better life.
They stood up to fear and hatred, knowing in the end, the struggle would reap benefits for generations to come.
Even though the candidate I voted for won, I’m disappointed in California for passing Proposition 8, the ballot initiative that changes the California Constitution to ban gay marriage. It’s even more disappointing to know the majority of Blacks in the state voted for Prop. 8 – even while casting their vote for Obama who publicly backed the “No on Prop. 8” effort.
I voted against this measure because I believe when you discriminate against one group, it hurts us all.
Despite my disappointment, I’m proud that I partook in the voting process. I know that, no matter the outcome, my vote does matter.
I’ve always believed that voting is a right and everyone should take advantage of the opportunity. Whether it’s for president or a bond measure, I always take time to vote.
As I cast my ballot that sunny Saturday afternoon, I couldn’t help but reflect on what my ancestors endured in order for me to walk into the Alameda County Court House and cast my vote for Barack Obama. For Black people, the right to vote has been a hard-won battle; my parent’s generation marched long and fought fiercely so that when a day like Nov. 4th came, I would be able to exercise my right to vote.
I often think about those who were bitten by dogs and hit with water from fire hoses; my heart aches knowing some paid the ultimate sacrifice just so a race of people could have a better life.
They stood up to fear and hatred, knowing in the end, the struggle would reap benefits for generations to come.
Even though the candidate I voted for won, I’m disappointed in California for passing Proposition 8, the ballot initiative that changes the California Constitution to ban gay marriage. It’s even more disappointing to know the majority of Blacks in the state voted for Prop. 8 – even while casting their vote for Obama who publicly backed the “No on Prop. 8” effort.
I voted against this measure because I believe when you discriminate against one group, it hurts us all.
Despite my disappointment, I’m proud that I partook in the voting process. I know that, no matter the outcome, my vote does matter.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Maxwell wants me (or so it felt like it)
Ladies, before you head out to a Maxwell concert, make sure to grab an extra pair of panties – preferably new – because he wants them.
But only if you are single.
That’s what he expressed to the audience Tuesday night during his performance at the Paramount Theatre in Oakland. Throughout the hour-and-a-half show, Maxwell danced, got down on his knees and laid down on the ground, asking “Oakland, is it OK if you lay on top of me tonight?”
I’m sure every woman in there (including the married, engaged or just living together) imagined she was on the stage at that moment.
I know did. Actually, I imagined myself on that stage the entire evening. Maxwell is one fine piece of a man. What’s better than looking scrumptious and being able to sing?
I’m digressing.
It’s been seven looooonnnnnggggg years since Maxwell released an album. That didn’t matter though. His show Tuesday night was sold out; another was added on Wednesday.
Maxwell knew it had been a long time – he said as much – and he was really appreciative of people still coming out to see him despite not having released an album or single.
The first and last time I saw Maxwell in concert was 2001. I remember standing the entire time, and screaming – a lot.
This time was no different. Maxwell started the set with Get to Know Ya and asked us if we wanted to get nasty and sexy.
We did.
Throughout the evening, the audience stood and sat through Lifetime, This Woman’s Work, Sumthin’, Sumthin’, Ascension (Don’t You Ever Wonder), Al Green’s Simply Beautiful, which he performed at the BET Awards earlier this year, and Fortunate.
After previewing a song from his forthcoming album Black Summer’s Night. he said, “Thank you for not throwing tomatoes. It’s a brand new song and sometimes brand new songs are annoying to listen to.”
Only because we don’t know the words yet.
I didn’t realize Maxwell had a comedic side to him. He had the audience laughing throughout the evening, especially when he said, “I’m setting you up tonight, brothas. You are going to get the best piece of something!”
He then dedicated the next song he sung to “the future panties that will be thrown on stage tonight.”
The one thing I really appreciated about this show was him singing the entire song. No cutting out the second verse and jumping to the last one. We were treated to every word.
I also liked the fact that at the end of the show, each band member introduced themselves.
The only disappointment of the evening was not hearing Matrimony: Maybe You. It’s probably my favorite Maxwell song. Well, I love Each Hour Each Second Each Minute Each Day too, but I didn’t expect him to sing that.
As for his opening act Jazmine Sullivan, she should have a conversation with her sound people because I could hardly understand a word she said. This is unfortunate because had she sounded better, I may have bought her album.
But only if you are single.
That’s what he expressed to the audience Tuesday night during his performance at the Paramount Theatre in Oakland. Throughout the hour-and-a-half show, Maxwell danced, got down on his knees and laid down on the ground, asking “Oakland, is it OK if you lay on top of me tonight?”
I’m sure every woman in there (including the married, engaged or just living together) imagined she was on the stage at that moment.
I know did. Actually, I imagined myself on that stage the entire evening. Maxwell is one fine piece of a man. What’s better than looking scrumptious and being able to sing?
I’m digressing.
It’s been seven looooonnnnnggggg years since Maxwell released an album. That didn’t matter though. His show Tuesday night was sold out; another was added on Wednesday.
Maxwell knew it had been a long time – he said as much – and he was really appreciative of people still coming out to see him despite not having released an album or single.
The first and last time I saw Maxwell in concert was 2001. I remember standing the entire time, and screaming – a lot.
This time was no different. Maxwell started the set with Get to Know Ya and asked us if we wanted to get nasty and sexy.
We did.
Throughout the evening, the audience stood and sat through Lifetime, This Woman’s Work, Sumthin’, Sumthin’, Ascension (Don’t You Ever Wonder), Al Green’s Simply Beautiful, which he performed at the BET Awards earlier this year, and Fortunate.
After previewing a song from his forthcoming album Black Summer’s Night. he said, “Thank you for not throwing tomatoes. It’s a brand new song and sometimes brand new songs are annoying to listen to.”
Only because we don’t know the words yet.
I didn’t realize Maxwell had a comedic side to him. He had the audience laughing throughout the evening, especially when he said, “I’m setting you up tonight, brothas. You are going to get the best piece of something!”
He then dedicated the next song he sung to “the future panties that will be thrown on stage tonight.”
The one thing I really appreciated about this show was him singing the entire song. No cutting out the second verse and jumping to the last one. We were treated to every word.
I also liked the fact that at the end of the show, each band member introduced themselves.
The only disappointment of the evening was not hearing Matrimony: Maybe You. It’s probably my favorite Maxwell song. Well, I love Each Hour Each Second Each Minute Each Day too, but I didn’t expect him to sing that.
As for his opening act Jazmine Sullivan, she should have a conversation with her sound people because I could hardly understand a word she said. This is unfortunate because had she sounded better, I may have bought her album.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Mary J. Blige is definitely Just Fine
There has only been two times I’ve been to a concert and sang and danced so hard that I felt like I was going to pass out.
The first was earlier this year at the Heart of the City Tour co-headlined by Mary J. Blige and Jay-Z. The second was this past Saturday at the Love Soul Tour featuring Robin Thicke and starring Mary J. Blige.
Guess who almost had me on the floor both times?
I’ve seen Mary a total of three times, and each instance has been a different experience. I just saw her five months ago and Saturday’s performance was completely different than April’s. For an artist to change up her show in a matter a months speaks volumes because it probably would have been easier to just stick with the same show.
When I heard Mary was coming back to the Bay Area, I convinced my sister, Regina, to fly out for the concert (for some reason, the tour bypassed Denver) because she’s never seen Mary live before. I’ll venture to say she’s not sorry about the airfare she paid!
I’ve been pumped for this concert since the day I bought the tickets – part of that excitement was the great seats I was able to secure. After sitting in the nosebleed section at the Heart of the City Tour, I made a promise to myself to always get the best seats possible – as long as I can afford it.
Before the show, I was concerned about how well Robin Thicke would do. Having seen him on the BET Awards, I wasn’t sure he would be able to come across well in a big venue.
I was wrong.
Robin came out strong and finished the same. I’m not a major fan of his, but I was on my feet when he sang Magic, Can You Believe and Lost Without You. This is bad, but the thing that stuck out most in my mind about Robin’s show is how fine his drummer and guitarist were!
Many times my friends said “Look at the drummer!” The camera person must have thought the same thing because he/she kept focusing on him.
As the lights dimmed to let the audience know Mary was coming, a countdown to her performance was displayed on jumbo screens. You could feel the electricity in the air because everyone knew we were about to witness a performance we would never forget.
Mary came out swinging with Grown Woman (off Growing Pains) and for the next two hours she kept the energy level high, moving from Love Is All We Need to Be Happy to Real Love to Love No Limit (the remix) to Mary Jane (All Night Long) with ease.
If you are a true Mary fan, you know all these songs are off her first three albums – What’s The 411, My Life and Share My World. There’s nothing better than an artist revisiting where it all began.
It’s funny because, before the concert my sister and I were listening to Mary’s older albums and discussing what she may sing. Regina called it when she said Mary would go old school, and she sang many of the songs we wished she would.
Performing like a woman who is definitely comfortable in her own skin, it’s obvious she’s in great shape (no heavy breathing between songs) and she looked absolutely fabulous in her all black ensemble.
During the break (in which she changed into an all-white outfit with gray boots), a montage of the songs she couldn’t fit in were shown on a screen. The video clip ends flashing 1975 and playing Roy Ayers’ Everybody Loves the Sunshine.
Mary then appeared back on stage, lying on a couch, singing My Life. It was by far one of the best moments of the evening.
Other memorable moments include Take Me As I Am, Work That, Enough Cryin and No More Drama. I don’t know how Mary was jumping around on stage in those grey high heeled boots, but she absolutely worked it!
The anthem
for my life right now is Just Fine, and knowing this would be the last song, I was prepared to go crazy. I can still hear Mary in my head singing: “So I like what I see when I’m looking at me/when I’m walking past the mirror/don’t stress through the night at a time in my life/ain’t worried about if you feel it/got my head on straight, I got my vibe right/I ain’t gonna let you kill it/see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine/fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine oooooh!”
If her performance is any indication of what’s going on in Mary’s life, it is indeed just fine!
Throughout the night, I kept looking over at my sister to gauge her enjoyment level. It appeared she was in her own world, mesmerized like most everyone else.
At the end of the show, all of us had to stop and catch our breath. We knew what we had just experienced would stay with us for a long time to come.
Note: Right before Mary took the stage, a video was shown for the organization she founded earlier this year – the Foundation For the Advancement of Women Now Inc. (FFAWN). According to the Web site, the foundation is “dedicated to helping all women gain the confidence and skills they need to reach their full individual potential.”
CD alert!
Kindred the Family Soul drops a new album tomorrow (Oct. 21). Called The Arrival the first single from their third release is House of Love. I love this husband and wife duo and hope you will support their wonderful music by buying the CD.
The first was earlier this year at the Heart of the City Tour co-headlined by Mary J. Blige and Jay-Z. The second was this past Saturday at the Love Soul Tour featuring Robin Thicke and starring Mary J. Blige.
Guess who almost had me on the floor both times?
I’ve seen Mary a total of three times, and each instance has been a different experience. I just saw her five months ago and Saturday’s performance was completely different than April’s. For an artist to change up her show in a matter a months speaks volumes because it probably would have been easier to just stick with the same show.
When I heard Mary was coming back to the Bay Area, I convinced my sister, Regina, to fly out for the concert (for some reason, the tour bypassed Denver) because she’s never seen Mary live before. I’ll venture to say she’s not sorry about the airfare she paid!
I’ve been pumped for this concert since the day I bought the tickets – part of that excitement was the great seats I was able to secure. After sitting in the nosebleed section at the Heart of the City Tour, I made a promise to myself to always get the best seats possible – as long as I can afford it.
Before the show, I was concerned about how well Robin Thicke would do. Having seen him on the BET Awards, I wasn’t sure he would be able to come across well in a big venue.
I was wrong.
Robin came out strong and finished the same. I’m not a major fan of his, but I was on my feet when he sang Magic, Can You Believe and Lost Without You. This is bad, but the thing that stuck out most in my mind about Robin’s show is how fine his drummer and guitarist were!
Many times my friends said “Look at the drummer!” The camera person must have thought the same thing because he/she kept focusing on him.
As the lights dimmed to let the audience know Mary was coming, a countdown to her performance was displayed on jumbo screens. You could feel the electricity in the air because everyone knew we were about to witness a performance we would never forget.
Mary came out swinging with Grown Woman (off Growing Pains) and for the next two hours she kept the energy level high, moving from Love Is All We Need to Be Happy to Real Love to Love No Limit (the remix) to Mary Jane (All Night Long) with ease.
If you are a true Mary fan, you know all these songs are off her first three albums – What’s The 411, My Life and Share My World. There’s nothing better than an artist revisiting where it all began.
It’s funny because, before the concert my sister and I were listening to Mary’s older albums and discussing what she may sing. Regina called it when she said Mary would go old school, and she sang many of the songs we wished she would.
Performing like a woman who is definitely comfortable in her own skin, it’s obvious she’s in great shape (no heavy breathing between songs) and she looked absolutely fabulous in her all black ensemble.
During the break (in which she changed into an all-white outfit with gray boots), a montage of the songs she couldn’t fit in were shown on a screen. The video clip ends flashing 1975 and playing Roy Ayers’ Everybody Loves the Sunshine.
Mary then appeared back on stage, lying on a couch, singing My Life. It was by far one of the best moments of the evening.
Other memorable moments include Take Me As I Am, Work That, Enough Cryin and No More Drama. I don’t know how Mary was jumping around on stage in those grey high heeled boots, but she absolutely worked it!
The anthem
for my life right now is Just Fine, and knowing this would be the last song, I was prepared to go crazy. I can still hear Mary in my head singing: “So I like what I see when I’m looking at me/when I’m walking past the mirror/don’t stress through the night at a time in my life/ain’t worried about if you feel it/got my head on straight, I got my vibe right/I ain’t gonna let you kill it/see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine/fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine oooooh!”If her performance is any indication of what’s going on in Mary’s life, it is indeed just fine!
Throughout the night, I kept looking over at my sister to gauge her enjoyment level. It appeared she was in her own world, mesmerized like most everyone else.
At the end of the show, all of us had to stop and catch our breath. We knew what we had just experienced would stay with us for a long time to come.
Note: Right before Mary took the stage, a video was shown for the organization she founded earlier this year – the Foundation For the Advancement of Women Now Inc. (FFAWN). According to the Web site, the foundation is “dedicated to helping all women gain the confidence and skills they need to reach their full individual potential.”
CD alert!
Kindred the Family Soul drops a new album tomorrow (Oct. 21). Called The Arrival the first single from their third release is House of Love. I love this husband and wife duo and hope you will support their wonderful music by buying the CD.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Leave Mr. DJ alone
I have a friend who is a disc jockey, a k a DJ. For more than 20 years DJ O (most people call him Rodney) has been spinning records at clubs, parties and weddings.
I’ve known DJ O for five years. We became acquainted after he became my barber (he’s a jack of all trades).
During the course of our friendship, which turned into a relationship and is now back to a friendship, I’ve had the pleasure of accompanying him to various DJ gigs. I’ve been to numerous weddings (the stories I could tell), many clubs and a few birthday parties.
I’ve come to this conclusion – it is very annoying when people bother the DJ.
I used to be one of those people who would walk up to the DJ booth and request this song and that song. I’d stand there until the DJ would play my song and then go back to dancing.
I don’t do that anymore.
After seeing more than one drunk person come up and ask for that “song” – as if DJ O should instantly know what “song” they are talking about – I’ve determined that you should leave the DJ alone.
DJing is not easy work. You have to make sure each song flows into the next one and you have about one to two minutes to find that next song. Shifting through records, pulling it out the sleeve, dropping it on the turntable and finding just the right spot for the song to begin is a skill I’ve come to admire and appreciate.
Although DJ O now uses a laptop, the premise is still the same – he has to scroll through thousands of songs and find the right one before the one currently playing stops.
Try doing that for hours at a time – while standing.
Music is what makes any party and if the DJ becomes annoyed, the party can go downhill quick. Not saying I’ve witness this with DJ O – he’s the utmost professional – but there have been a few times he’s told people to just relax and enjoy themselves.
I remember one time he was working a party and the birthday girl was so worried about people dancing that she spent a better part of the night telling DJ O what to play. She didn’t realize that her so called “friends” weren’t interested in dancing – they just came for the free food and liquor.
The next time you’re at a party or grooving at the club, please resist the urge to make a special request. Chances are your song will eventually be played. And if it isn’t, go home, put your song on and turn up the volume like you are still at the party.
There’s nothing better than dancing in the middle of your living room!
Upcoming concert alert!
I began 2008 seeing Chris Botti at Yoshi’s in San Francisco and I will end it seeing him at Yoshi’s in Oakland. He’s playing at both venues and trust me when I say tickets will sell out for ALL shows.
I’ve known DJ O for five years. We became acquainted after he became my barber (he’s a jack of all trades).
During the course of our friendship, which turned into a relationship and is now back to a friendship, I’ve had the pleasure of accompanying him to various DJ gigs. I’ve been to numerous weddings (the stories I could tell), many clubs and a few birthday parties.
I’ve come to this conclusion – it is very annoying when people bother the DJ.
I used to be one of those people who would walk up to the DJ booth and request this song and that song. I’d stand there until the DJ would play my song and then go back to dancing.
I don’t do that anymore.
After seeing more than one drunk person come up and ask for that “song” – as if DJ O should instantly know what “song” they are talking about – I’ve determined that you should leave the DJ alone.
DJing is not easy work. You have to make sure each song flows into the next one and you have about one to two minutes to find that next song. Shifting through records, pulling it out the sleeve, dropping it on the turntable and finding just the right spot for the song to begin is a skill I’ve come to admire and appreciate.
Although DJ O now uses a laptop, the premise is still the same – he has to scroll through thousands of songs and find the right one before the one currently playing stops.
Try doing that for hours at a time – while standing.
Music is what makes any party and if the DJ becomes annoyed, the party can go downhill quick. Not saying I’ve witness this with DJ O – he’s the utmost professional – but there have been a few times he’s told people to just relax and enjoy themselves.
I remember one time he was working a party and the birthday girl was so worried about people dancing that she spent a better part of the night telling DJ O what to play. She didn’t realize that her so called “friends” weren’t interested in dancing – they just came for the free food and liquor.
The next time you’re at a party or grooving at the club, please resist the urge to make a special request. Chances are your song will eventually be played. And if it isn’t, go home, put your song on and turn up the volume like you are still at the party.
There’s nothing better than dancing in the middle of your living room!
Upcoming concert alert!
I began 2008 seeing Chris Botti at Yoshi’s in San Francisco and I will end it seeing him at Yoshi’s in Oakland. He’s playing at both venues and trust me when I say tickets will sell out for ALL shows.
Monday, September 22, 2008
More Ledisi, less Musiq
I’ve had a busy, concert filled few days. Thursday, I checked out Musiq and Ledisi at the recently restored Warfield in San Francisco. Downstairs is standing room only with some tables, while upstairs is all seated.
There used to be a time when I didn’t mind standing for hours waiting for my favorite artist to perform. These days, if I have a choice between standing or sitting, I’m sitting!
Ledisi hit the stage with extremely high energy, wearing all black and some serious black stiletto boots. I don’t know how she jumped around on stage for almost an hour, but she rocked it. She even made reference to her attire – “I’ve been hanging with Prince! Can’t you tell, I’ve got on my boots!”
I must admit, I’m not a true Ledisi fan. I have a few of her albums on my iPod, and I tried to really get to know her music before the show, but I still wasn’t familiar with many of the songs she sang. It didn’t matter though because I was grooving the entire time she was on stage.
Ledisi gave a heartfelt performance, speaking to the audience about how she really thought about leaving the business, but she pushed on and is now a two-time Grammy-nominated artist. Her voice is funky and jazzy, and she definitely gives her all when she’s performing.
I wish I could say the same about Musiq. I’ve been a fan since Aijuswanaseing and have all his albums. I’ve seen him a few times before and didn’t leave disappointed.
Unfortunately, Musiq wasn’t quite right this time. I don’t know if it was because his band was too loud or if his voice was off. Whatever the case, I left feeling like Ledisi should have been the headliner.
After waiting 52 minutes for him to appear, Musiq began the show with his first single, Just Friends and from there launched into Half Crazy. When he got to For the Night – which is my jam – I felt like he was doing more dancing than singing. I also noticed you couldn’t really hear the backup singers that well.
At one point, he left the stage and came back apologizing for the “technically difficulties.” Whatever those “difficulties” were, they weren’t fixed because the band was still too loud.
Musiq started to lose me when he went into an extended version of Teach Me (off his latest Luvanmusiq). The song went from four minutes to 20 because he decided to take a break and change clothes. While we waited, one of his backup singers introduced the band.
Musiq returned in a new outfit and a piece of candy in his mouth.
He politely ate it (while checking his phone) and the band kept playing Teach Me. Oh, I forgot another reason the song was so long – he decided to have a man moment, explaining why men are the way they are. I didn’t have a problem with that, I just think he should have had this man moment and not changed clothes.
After singing a new version of Who Knows (stick with the old), he went into Don’t Change. That ended up being the best song of the night – and the last song I heard because my friend had to go to work.
I usually stay until the end, but this night, I didn’t feel bad leaving before hearing B.U.D.D.Y. I hope Musiq can overcome those technical difficulties and pull it together for his next show.
***Concert alerts!***
Chante Moore
I saw Ms. Moore when she did a guest appearance for Norman Brown during the JVC Jazz Festival. That woman has pipes, so I can only imagine how great she’s going to sound at Yoshi’s.
Mary J. Blige
I’ve already seen Mary earlier this year and I’m pleased she’s coming back because my seats we horrible for her previous show. If you’ve never seen her, she’s worth every penny. The last two times I saw her, my behind never saw the seat and the last time I felt like I was going to pass out because I was singing and dancing so hard!
Maxwell
He’s back! Well, can you really be back if you haven’t released an album in seven years and still don’t have one out? Nevertheless, he’s touring and I bought my tickets before they went on sale. I just hope he releases a single before he comes to Oakland Oct. 28 and 29.
There used to be a time when I didn’t mind standing for hours waiting for my favorite artist to perform. These days, if I have a choice between standing or sitting, I’m sitting!
Ledisi hit the stage with extremely high energy, wearing all black and some serious black stiletto boots. I don’t know how she jumped around on stage for almost an hour, but she rocked it. She even made reference to her attire – “I’ve been hanging with Prince! Can’t you tell, I’ve got on my boots!”
I must admit, I’m not a true Ledisi fan. I have a few of her albums on my iPod, and I tried to really get to know her music before the show, but I still wasn’t familiar with many of the songs she sang. It didn’t matter though because I was grooving the entire time she was on stage.
Ledisi gave a heartfelt performance, speaking to the audience about how she really thought about leaving the business, but she pushed on and is now a two-time Grammy-nominated artist. Her voice is funky and jazzy, and she definitely gives her all when she’s performing.
I wish I could say the same about Musiq. I’ve been a fan since Aijuswanaseing and have all his albums. I’ve seen him a few times before and didn’t leave disappointed.
Unfortunately, Musiq wasn’t quite right this time. I don’t know if it was because his band was too loud or if his voice was off. Whatever the case, I left feeling like Ledisi should have been the headliner.
After waiting 52 minutes for him to appear, Musiq began the show with his first single, Just Friends and from there launched into Half Crazy. When he got to For the Night – which is my jam – I felt like he was doing more dancing than singing. I also noticed you couldn’t really hear the backup singers that well.
At one point, he left the stage and came back apologizing for the “technically difficulties.” Whatever those “difficulties” were, they weren’t fixed because the band was still too loud.
Musiq started to lose me when he went into an extended version of Teach Me (off his latest Luvanmusiq). The song went from four minutes to 20 because he decided to take a break and change clothes. While we waited, one of his backup singers introduced the band.
Musiq returned in a new outfit and a piece of candy in his mouth.
He politely ate it (while checking his phone) and the band kept playing Teach Me. Oh, I forgot another reason the song was so long – he decided to have a man moment, explaining why men are the way they are. I didn’t have a problem with that, I just think he should have had this man moment and not changed clothes.
After singing a new version of Who Knows (stick with the old), he went into Don’t Change. That ended up being the best song of the night – and the last song I heard because my friend had to go to work.
I usually stay until the end, but this night, I didn’t feel bad leaving before hearing B.U.D.D.Y. I hope Musiq can overcome those technical difficulties and pull it together for his next show.
***Concert alerts!***
Chante Moore
I saw Ms. Moore when she did a guest appearance for Norman Brown during the JVC Jazz Festival. That woman has pipes, so I can only imagine how great she’s going to sound at Yoshi’s.
Mary J. Blige
I’ve already seen Mary earlier this year and I’m pleased she’s coming back because my seats we horrible for her previous show. If you’ve never seen her, she’s worth every penny. The last two times I saw her, my behind never saw the seat and the last time I felt like I was going to pass out because I was singing and dancing so hard!
Maxwell
He’s back! Well, can you really be back if you haven’t released an album in seven years and still don’t have one out? Nevertheless, he’s touring and I bought my tickets before they went on sale. I just hope he releases a single before he comes to Oakland Oct. 28 and 29.
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