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Gate at Enkaku-ji, Kamakura by Kasamatsu Shiro, 1954
The Shingo Christmas Illumination tonight was LIT (at æ°é·æ)
The tour booking gods have smiled upon Japan and me by having these gentlemen play weekend shows and not midweek (although I have and I would take work off to see them without hesitation). Two days I won't be cursing the snow and freezing temperatures, with @misterryanadams days before I head home for the holidays and @jamesblake right after I enter year 30. Now it's time to navigate the freelance photography world of Japan in hopes of shooting these shows. (at æ°é·æ)
Throwing my shot of last night's Gonohe sunset in the ring. No filtration. Just a classic Japanese setting sun. (at äșæžăăŒă )
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Dr. Dog by Tyler Garcia Via Flickr: Salt Lake City, UT 10.27.2010
Purple Tuesday
I was home watching TV and cutting up a steak when I got the call at 8PM. A friend of mine worked at a famous hotel in LA and one of the guests made a last minute request for a DJ to play the hotel bar. Someone that could get there and start playing in an hour. The bar frequently had live bands play, but never a DJ. So with little to no time, my wise and generous friend thought to throw a gig my way.
âYeah, I can get there in an hour. Am I getting paid?â
âYes, youâll get paid.â
âWhat kind of party is it? What am I playing?â
âSomeoneâs renting out the bar for a private party. And that someone is⊠The Artist⊠formerly⊠known⊠as⊠Prince.â
That sentence was not real to me. Still not real. I had no time to really think or say anything but, âWhat? You serious? Yes. Be there as soon as I can.â Got off the phone and my stomach turned. Only a handful of people in the world have imprinted their music that much in my brain. And couldnât he just call up any of the best DJâs in LA to come play for him? Whyâs he gonna trust someone who is by all means an unknown? Iâd been DJing parties and bars for years but going from that to Prince is an Olympic leap.
The next half hour felt like a panic attack. I made a list of songs to play for Prince and his private Prince party. Ok, no Prince songs. He doesnât want to hear himself. No MJ. I donât want to insult him or anything. Didnât they have beef in the 80âs? No hip hop. Canât picture him rocking out to Kendrick. I thought of who he was influenced by and dragged some James Brown and Stevie songs into the playlist. Isley Brothers, Curtis. Great. 8:20PM. I still have to get ready even though I could spend the next month picking songs. I quickly close my laptop and get dressed. Pack up my turntables, mixer, cables and run them all to the car as Iâm sweating through this black suit.
I get to the hotel with about five minutes to set up. The bar is completely empty aside from a couple of servers and my friend who made the call. And the room is almost lit exclusively by candlelight. Iâm told to set up my turntables on the grand piano, which is also covered with candles, making me feel like hip hop Liberace. A waitress tells me thereâs like an 80% chance Prince doesnât show up. He just likes to rent out the bar in case he and his friends wander through the hotel and feel like stopping in. âBut you should start playing music anyway in case he comes in. Who knows.â So I start playing songs to the very empty bar. The anticipation is a killer. My friend gives me a much needed glass of whiskey before taking off.
A giant spread of appetizers is covering the bar and getting sweaty. Spring rolls, cheese, orange juice. An hour goes by. Then another hour. A no-show. Iâm kind of bummed out but also very relieved. I donât know how Iâm going to react if he walks in that door. So Iâm just playing the set of my life to nobody. Itâs like Iâm getting paid to practice and listen to whatever I want on the barâs sound system.
At 12AM the door opens and some guy walks over to me and without a greeting he says,
âHey man. Heâll be here in 15 minutes. What are you gonna play when he walks in?â
âOh I got some stuff lined up. Some older Stevie Wonder, the JBâs.â
âYeah. Yeah, he likes that. Anything like that, Earth Wind & Fire, Chic.â
âYeah I got Chic! Iâll play that.â
âAnd he wants to hear Janelle MonĂĄe when he walks in. You got that?â
âYup. Yup. Janelle MonĂĄe.â
âCool, heâll be here in 15 minutes.â
I didnât have any Janelle MonĂĄe. I ran out to the concierge desk in the lobby to get the wifi password, ran back and started downloading a bunch of Janelle MonĂĄe off of iTunes. Right on time as I cue up the track, the door opens and I catch a quick glimpse. Full on afro, turtleneck and a gold chain. I want to say he had a cane, but I was trying not to look directly at him. I didnât want to throw him off or maybe infuriate him by making eye contact. Prince was in the room. I was just musical wallpaper. He and a friend sat down at a couch about fifteen feet away from me.
The grand entrance song blended straight into James Brownâs Talking Loud and Saying Nothing. I played Ike & Tina Turner, Charles Wright, Omarâs The Man, and Gust of Wind by Pharrell. My head was pretty much glued to the turntables, sticking to my no look philosophy, but I could hear bits of conversation. Hearing that Prince voice in person was something strange. It just belongs on record or on microphone. I start dishing out some other favorite tracks of mine, Think Twice by Jay Dee and Alicia Myers I Want to Thank You. Thereâs zero reaction to the songs I play. Iâm still worried Iâm not playing what he wants to hear. Is he gonna throw a spring roll at me?
A little later that guy from earlier comes back into the bar and walks straight over to me.
âHey man. Just want to let you know, they love your music.â
âOh really? Thanks. Do they want to hear anything in particular?â
âNope. Just keep playing what your playing.â
Oh itâs on now. I can finally breathe and Iâm getting props from the man himself, or from the middleman himself. And then it hits me. Thereâs only two people in there. Prince and a girl. Iâm not there to DJ a private party. Iâm there to DJ a date. Prince is on a date and Iâm the entertainment.
I saved my set list from that night and I donât remember playing half the songs on it. All I know is I was in deep concentration, mixing out of my mind. Messenger man came in one more time and said Prince might try to play the piano. When it was time, he would pop his head in the door and give me the cue to stop DJing. I had never seen Prince perform, so a private piano ballad to his woman and myself sounded alright. I stayed looking at that door for a while until Princeâs date walked over to me.
âHey, so whatâs the name of this song? He likes it and wants to know.â
âItâs a Smithâs cover. This Charming Man by Stars.â
She sat back down and relayed the info, to which he nodded his head. Now Iâm stumping Prince with cool music. I play another track. She comes over to me again and asks, âWhatâs this one? He wants this on repeat.â Blacker 4 The Good Times by Ballistic Brothers. So I play that song a couple more times in a row. Itâs now 4AM and Iâm just a little delirious from being on my feet DJing for 7 hours. And Iâm running out of music. My song selections are all over the map at this point. Esperanza Spalding, ESG, Broken Bells.
At around 4:30 Prince gets up off the couch and walks floats right over to me. He looks me in the eye, starts shaking my hand and says in a deep Prince voice,
âThank you. That was very enjoyable.â
âThanks. Glad you enjoyed it.â
In my mind it was that smooth but thereâs no doubt I was speaking gibberish.
And just like that he left the room with his date. He didnât put any moves on her in the bar, but I like to think I helped him out by setting the mood for whatever happened next. I stopped the music and the lights went on.
And that was the best night of DJing I ever had or ever will have.
Playlist from that night.
Janelle MonĂĄe - Q.U.E.E.N. ft Erykah Badu James Brown - Talking Loud and Saying Nothing Billy Gardener - I Got Some J.B.âs - Givinâ Up Food For Funk Ike & Tina Turner - Bold Soul Sister Charles Wright - Express Yourself Johnny Hammond - Tell Me What to Do (Whiskey Barons Rework) Pharrell Williams - Gust of Wind Omar - The Man Steve Arrington - Weak at the Knees Belle Epoque - Miss Broadway Chic - I Want Your Love (Todd Terje Edit) Ethel Beatty - I Know You Care (U-Tern Edit) Curtis Mayfield - Give Me Your Love Mayer Hawthorne - Just Ainât Gonna Work Out Jay Dee - Itâs a Manâs World Jay Dee - Think Twice Alicia Myers - I Want to Thank You Positive Force - We Got the Funk (Larry Levan Re-Edit) Rene and Angela - I Love You More Stevie Wonder - That Girl The Isley Brothers - Tell Me When You Need It Again N*E*R*D - Run to the Sun Beyonce - Blow Hall & Oates - I Canât Go For That St. Germain - Sure Thing ft John Lee Hooker Tom Tom Club - Genius of Love Bernard Wright - Who Do You Love Tina Turner - Whatâs Love Got to Do With It George Benson - Give Me the Night Junior - Mama Used to Say Stevie Wonder - Do I Do Fela Kuti - Opposite People Claudja Barry - I Wanna Dance Janelle MonĂĄe - Dance Apocalyptic Joe Coleman - Get It Off the Ground Flight Facilities - Crave You Nu Shooz - I Canât Wait Stars - This Charming Man Aretha Franklin - Rock Steady Edwin Birdsong - Rapper Dapper Snapper Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Ballistic Brothers - Blacker 4 The Good Times Esperanza Spalding - I Canât Help It ESG - My Love For You Jimmy Bo Horne - Is It In Floating Points - Love Me Like This Broken Bells - After The Disco Tornado Wallace - Donât Hold Back The Mohawks - Champ
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Aomori love in Tokyo (at Ginza Road, Tokyo, Japan)
Steel Train by Tyler Garcia Via Flickr: Salt Lake City UT 10.16.10
Turning 29 in Tokyo was incredible in and of itself. Spending the day with two of my absolute favorite people on the planet, the kindest and most genuine, made it an unforgettable day. And then to receive love and kind words from my friends and family around the world not just on one day, but two in a row, truly filled my heart. I am so grateful for you all. (at ShingĆ, Aomori)