Earlier today I was telling a story about how some things take time. This is especially true for performing at shows, playing at legendary venues. Even more so before the internet was a thing that everyone was upon, that accelerated actions. You’d have to imagine that before something was google-able anything that was heard about was heard because of film, tv, print or the absolute best - word of mouth. Today it’s a stranger path. Who knows what is real? One day a fan page has 20 followers and a week later it’s at 20,000. ‘Back inna day’ most DJs had to cut their teeth at shitastical venues, working their way up, using turntables that were FUBAR’d and playing with a monitor that farted. If your mixer had faders well then...you’ve won a lottery. Most clubs didn’t care. Dancefloors were generally indifferent to the constructed status, they only wanted the music to be projected because nothing could be shazam’d. So, when the music was played it was a level up from important, despite the setting being something of a dungeon or booths being a mess. That was the jocks issue to troubleshoot. Some venues took their stuff seriously. Real balls to walls from front to back. I read about Ruby Skye in magazines like XCLR8R and Mixmag back in early 2000s. The stories that were printed and told seemed like a party dream to me. This old school auditorium, complete with balcony, that could house well over a thousand people and a sound system that projected bass in your face. Everyone who was anyone played there. Partiers drove from all over to be a part of the festivities. I always wanted a shot at it and finally, in 2007, I got to do it. The venue is gone now, closed. Should you get curious and want to know more...google away. That smile on my face is my ‘finally’ smile. It was the first time I set foot in that venue, the first time I played there. It wouldn’t be the last. #tbt #rubyskye #tourlife #raves #happiness #appreciative #goodtimes (at San Francisco, California)
