You know how yesterday I said I was useless in helping
Ben with his show?
Well, he got his revenge on me! The show was set to begin at 12
noon and I'm lying
in bed asleep at 11:30 and I get a frantic call from him "will you dj
my
show?!"
What the...? Ben is not some Parson's undergrad student
designer, he's pretty
for reals in the world... so wouldn't you think he'd have the
music
sorted out two months
in advance? Nope, he calls me, a dude who's dj'd three times so
far in his life at the
last possible second. But these are among the things I love
about Ben.
Brian was nice enough to tell me where the cords go into the
mixer. By the way, the managers
or
publicists or whatever were yelling at me and made me wear a head-set
through which
I could
hear their
bullshit banter.
The show started and I hit play on the music... but because I
was just djin from my ipod, there
were kinda awkward gaps between the songs. And Ben would yell
through the walky-talky
when it was time to hit play on the next song, and for a split second
an abrupt silence.
But I don't think people really noticed because the clothes were so
beautiful.
I didn't take many pictures, my nerves were shot...
