I think I've just done my dream gig!
Wow - that was a BRILLIANT night and a lot of new stuff at the same time.....
The venue, a very swish brasserie cum cocktail bar which has just opened 3 miles from my front door.
Unfortunately, it was always going to be a pain to get into (double yellows, unload and move the van before coming back). I don't like doing that when the premises are open to the public but the staff were good enough to stand guard for the three minutes it took to relocate the trusty disco-bus.
I don't normally do this type of gig (i.e. in a commercial bar) - it's really not normally my cup of tea but tonight was AWESOME. 'Twas an 80s night and neither the owners nor myself had any idea of which way it would go (from bitter experience I've seen 80s nights which are dead more than I've seen them bouncing).
Tonight - it was bouncing, which surprised me.
Got into the venue, they'd changed the location of where I was to set up from where we'd spoken about when I did a site visit last week. Yay - slightly more room....but stuck around a dead corner of the venue. Hey Ho.
New toys to play with tonight as well. A new RGBA star cloth on the Micron Booth courtesy of our "local" DJ Dealer (I hate that little puppet theatre of a booth but there are times when needs must) which looked awesome, paired up with a pair of ADJ Profile Panels....WOW they're good! Added to a single Maui 28 which more than held it's own, 8 Freedom Sticks and my home made Rubik's cube, it wasn't the biggest of rigs.
As with last week....everything was in S2L mode (the Micron booth isn't big enough for the DMX laptop as well as the playout).
The Freedom sticks were put in a line down the length of the venue to give ambient light (the tables already had oil-lamp type things on them), and I setup in my little corner, chairs and tables on my "dance floor" and settled in for what could have been a looooong night.
WRONG!
Seems the cocktails hit the spot quite early and I had loads of very nice early 40 something's on to the left of my "dance floor". Me being crafty and realising nobody was coming into the official dance area, swung the little Micron around by 90 degrees ;) (because you can when you've only got a single Maui connected up and that happens to be on the axis of where you're turning).
The place was rammed, and even at 1am when I switched off there was plenty of action with people up dancing or sitting at tables with hands in the air....and all with wall to wall 80s! I was in heaven :)
The bosses were more than happy too. They're already talking residencies (not that I'm overly interested in that). Apparently I'm the best DJ they've ever seen (boy, they must have seen some bad ones ;) ).
Finally home at 2:15 and having to have a large glass of alcohol just to "come down" - I'm still buzzing after that one!
The only downside (for me) is the number of repeats played during the evening. Customers obviously come and go during the evening, and I lost count of the number of times I played Footloose and I Wanna Dance With Somebody...but if it keeps the punters happy who am I to argue?
Weekend off next week (wifey's birthday so I'd better take her out for a kebab somewhere), then back to weddings for the rest of March.
Here comes the bride, there goes the groom.
After a particularly dull evening, number of guests expected = 150, number of guests turned up = 72 and a lot of them openly brought their own booze (both in bottles and already in themselves it seemed), I was secretly hoping that , when I counted 13 adults and 4 kids left at 1130 (for a 1230 finish), I was going to get away with an early finish.
Nope. Functions manager did her usual trick of vanishing into thin air, even the bar staff couldn't find her, so, as she is the only person there who could call time early, we plodded on. The bar closed at 1200, so I used the time honoured trick of playing the B&G's first dance again and made the big announcement regarding the residents bar still being open elsewhere, hoping that the hardened drinkers would take the hint...
Well, that didn't work either. However, after the B&G and the other remaining guests had lovingly danced together, right in front of me, I noticed that the bride's 18 year old daughter was getting a bit stroppy. Now, she had had one over the 8 at about 1 minute over 8 o'clock and was extremely wobbly by midnight. Mind you, so were anyone else left standing (just).
Soon, the groom (her step-dad) started shouting and waving his arms around and the bride then joined in. The gist of it was that daughter wanted to go into town for further festivities as some of her friends were out. Groom expressly forbid it telling her that she was staying in the hotel as planned. She remonstrated with him so bride (her mother) joined in, followed by bride's brother, groom's mother and sister. I couldn't hear everything that was said, but it became clear that this was heading for one of the shortest marriages on record, especially when the bride tore her shiny new wedding ring off and threw it on the floor. Her brother picked it up and gave it back to her, only for her to repeat the process.
She stood up, face like thunder, told the groom where to go and stormed off out, followed by daughter, groom's mother, brother and anyone else who could still walk. By this time, the function manager had returned, and, a minute later, she got a phone call and she legged it too.
Meanwhile, I lowered the music a bit more and raised the house lights. The two couples left both came over and thanked me for a "great set of music" and left quietly.
About 20 minutes later, the manager came back and said that the bride had tried to take her dress off in the hotel reception. The groom tried to stop her, only to be restrained by the daughter, who then got told by the groom that she wasn't going out. The groom then hit her! The bride went psycho and threatened to kill the groom and they all piled into each other, trying to stop the mayhem, but of course, causing more!
Manager decided she had had enough and phoned the police. The upshot was that the bride refused to leave the reception until the groom was removed from the hotel. He didn't want to go, naturally, and was eventually carted off in handcuffs. The daughter was taken away by her brother who had got a taxi to take her home. Finally, about 30 minutes later, the bride went off to her room accompanied by the groom's mother and his 11 year old son.
I haven't spoken to anyone at the hotel yet to see whether metal detectors are required to search the car park for wedding rings, or whether annulments are being sought.
I wonder what the shortest marriage on record is?