Prostitute DJ

My boy DJ Prime used to refer to us as Freedom Fighters. Although we used to DJ certain parties for free, he specifically coined this term on the way to Virginia in the summer of 2000. For 2 consecutive summers, our crew would make a pilgrimage down to Virginia Beach to spin at this rustic little spot called "The Underground" on 17th street. The place looked like a cave inside, and both times the place filled up pretty nicely with locals who loved to dance. The drive from Virginia to NJ was long, and we didn't get paid. Of course the guy throwing the parties was a pretty good friend, and a very good host... which seemed to balance everything out. In breaking down the name, Freedom Fighters, I interpreted the the freedom part as us djing for free, and the fighter part as us packing up our records and equipment just as an army would gear up for war. Little did I know that years later, even without DJ Prime by my side, that in a way, I would still be a Freedom Fighter on the west coast. Of course when I was starting out here in San Diego, since I didn't know anyone I DJed anything and everything that came my way, even if it wasn't paying. Now most of the time, I get a little somethin somethin for my services which is definitely cool.

I coined a new term this week, and my outlook of what DJing currently means to me has evolved. I'm now considering myself a Prostitute DJ, djing almost anything and everything that pays money... Notice the shift. I can no longer DJ anything for free, because after all... DJs have to eat too. Plus, it's way funnier djing for say 10 dollars, than it is to DJ for free. It's the principle. Although the word prostitute sounds bad and may imply that I have no other choices or that I don't like being a prostitute, I'm really comfortable with my new identity. Making some money, doing something I like doing is better than not making any money doing the same damn thing. It really is the funny numbers that make being a prostitute worthwhile... If you're lucky, your pimp will flip you 100, but more likely the numbers will be way more comical like 50, 20, 10, etc. What's even funnier, at the party I did for 50 this week, they almost tried to pay me 40. I feel like I did exactly what the situation called for. I put both hands over my face and said, "Come on now man... this is getting ridiculous." In about 2 minutes, they had the extra 10, and I was a very happy man. I think most DJs would understand, while most others wouldn't. Non DJs would ask, why the hell would he even think of DJing for 50? Besides the fact that I'm now a prostitute, there were many more reasons to take the job than not. It was a lingere party held at a house on a main road at San Diego State University. Every girl there was more than a 6 on a 10 point scale, wearing a skimpy, slutty, outfit that exceeded all of my expectations. All of the liquor was free. Best of all, I could play any record I wanted, and the crowd would react to it as if it was hottest joint of the moment. I played the "City High Remix", and when Eve was rapping in the middle, I happily turned to my roomate and said, "Man, when was the last time you heard this track... played this loud?". If there was a party to do for 50 bucks... this was it. You see, being a prostitute isn't so bad afterall. There are actually worse things I could have done that night. I could've been my roommate, the guy who drank too much and passed out at a lingere party.