Leslie and I were invited to a rather upper crust dinner last weekend, excellent five course catered meal, perhaps eight or nine other couples. All very nice and pleasant people, perhaps with a bit cleaner fingernails than my normal pals might sport.
There was a band, it was very nice and certainly not cheap for the host and hostess. The host is very smart and a musician and he had the remote for the music system, which was top drawer. We sort of traded off suggestions. Now I pride myself on being a good disc jockey but that night I completely misread the room, or perhaps I didn't care.
It was Charlie's fault, he started the night's musical fare with Black Sabbath's War Pigs. I chuckled, oh so that is how we are going to roll, is it? I countered with Zappa. We started trying to drag the bottom of the barrel, going to the Bachman Turner and Alice Cooper card and then farther on down the ladder.
Beautiful women in nice outfits started shooting us nervous looks, I completely lost the room with Timmy Thomas and Les McCann. Finally Leslie stepped in and stuck Sade's Smooth Operator on. There was an audible gasp of relief from the women folk and people swiveled back to their conversations, the party was able to return to a bit of normalcy.
There are definitely nights I should not be near the controls, especially in mixed company.
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Hahaha, I LOVE it!
I used to make my playlists on CDs to share with my mural painting colleagues while working on-site in the Potrero Hill district of Evans and Brown Murals Company's San Francisco studio. To my delight, one of the owners had similar taste and cranked up the volume to Nina Hagen, Missy Elliot, and the very loudest from Prince's "The Beauty Ones"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSJAeWPEWTw
I would love to DJ sometime, somewhere.
This was a dinner party, right? Thank goodness Leslie read the room and put on Sade. Music you can eat to and have a conversation. ~ L
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