Floozy Speak!

Whew what a weekend. Bars, Clubs, cd mixes and movies, photoshop cs, fireworks, and gettin all spooky moody. Lots a happening. "FRED MASSIVE" came to me about 12mins ago.. I was there, drinking my lime juice, just finished my melancholy cd ( im doing a cd/tape trade on flickr, and moody melancholy was one of the catagories..) it was hard.. I dont like being down really, dark sure but down nah..not my style.

Hot off the heels of the dark creation i stumbled onto FRED MASSIVE, I havent made a dance cd in awhile, most of my cd comp efforts have been in the lounge groove. Vann, he makes the lounge creations. Who does the club stuff I wondered. FRED MASSIVE, ya lets use that name. It came to me almost too easy so I hit google up on the name.. fred massive... no where to be found. Take, use, own, whatever.. he's the name for my club cds now. Hot on the idea of the name I created a cd cover for the mix i'm working on now, which is kinda a step back a bit into the grooves ive loved so long ago... I like the ring to it. Fred, a good family name, Massive.. in sound, in presence, in persona.

Oh ya.... and then there's this...

When ya go out every night you get the sense that weekend is actually passing by. All those other weekends did time actually pass by or did monday just arrive. Day 3 it seems, yet its just Sunday.

Last night I hit the brazenhead then the clubs. It was Staci's birthday and they would of given me hell for not going out. So what the hell. I haven't been to the dancefloor in a long time. Music wise i never left. We arrive at the club and I'm factoring all the elements key to surivial, where'd I park, how far was it, where's the club and do i have that cash to get in.

The parking guy gladly takes my four hard earned dollars and gives me a Mini Cooper flyer to stick under my windshield as proof of payment.. i jokingly say "i should park for free ya know...", granted my mini cooper isn't the red one on the flyer but still.

Tonights cast of characters included Jon (the room mate), Staci (his gal), Amanda (the friend), Mark (the chef), Shirley (the friend), Jeff (the chef part 2) and yours truly. Ya know the formula doesn't change much its always the same, go here drink a bit, go there drink some more, go clubbin. Like dancin is the celebration of a night of drinkin well done.

Ten frickin bucks to get in the door for 60mins.. this is clubbing people! Arriving at club you see the dreaded line, least I thought it was a line.. typically theres always a line. You stand in the line, you hope that ya can get in before 230am arrives, you'll gladly pay the cover for a few songs, i mean you want in. But no real line instead one of those blocker guys that determines yer worth in a few quick glances. So quickly ya have to factor "do i look club worthy".

Jon, ya he looked the part
Staci, it was her birthday - she will get in that club no matter what
Amanda, oh ya... "look at me, look at me"
Mark, he's been workin out lately so he kinda looked like a door man really, ya he was in...
Shirley, she looked fine in black dress ensamble, and she had these huge ear rings on.. yes she was going in there
Jeff, he and I shared simmilar concerns.. we were in sandals.

Sandals? Clubbing? Doesn't really go together I know. I guess I factored in a night of cantina's and margarita swaying but not so much the thump' action of a club dance floor. Typically sandals are a no no in clubs. And if I didnt get fined for that I should of gotten fined for the Hawaii 5'OH shirt I had on. Luckily I had charm and lots of it.

As soon as it was my turn to be "glanced at"... fate stepped in! Two guys on other side of the "were in here" fence leaned over "DAN!!!!!!!!! oh my god DAN!!" they told the door man "hey treat this guy right" and he looks at me, breaks out the black marker and puts two dots on my hand and simply says "show this to the people inside"... -- marked for success, this is the vann. The two guys didnt register at first... I'm really bad about that. I meet people they go "oh my god good to see ya" and for those first few moments I say to myself "oh my god.. who are these people...".

I flashed my "dots" nonchanultnly to the gal inside. "well... " i said smirking with confidence for a half second..... She just nodded. No kneeling, or bowing or remarks like "step aside people, we got royalty in the HOUSE!!" nope. Just a nod. Next time I need to bring the marker myself.. i mean this dot pattern isnt complicated, I could do this.

Inside the club it was booom'n. I quickly had to thank my "friends" who i couldnt recognize... i mean thats just right manners ya know.. ahh yes it came back to me "those guys.. ok names are bad too usually". Those guys were two guys I brainstormed marketing with, they had a little web gig goin and we shared ideas, biz ideas, etc. Ben and Mike it was, yes thats it. It was good to see them.

I returned to the bar happily realizing that "i knew those guys".. that was good. Next step at any club is to reach the bar and order multiple drinks at once. Only an hour left basically and usually the bar is packed so order well my friends.. order well. Troy tells tales of me ordering six drinks at once.. I do that because of the club experience. You can't go back. Sure you could go back to the bar and wait, and labor and pressflesh with some hairy guy or steamy gal.. sure u can squeeze in there, lean over the cooper finished bar slab and say "ya i'd like one more.." or you can get'm all in advance and not lose that time.. precious dance time.

Now heres how my nights used to break down, granted I don't do the bar/club thing all that often any more. I had my time with it in Houston. But typically it was simple, you drink at bars, you dance at clubs. I don't drink at clubs. I really dont want to be shitfaced at a club. A little blur is always good but I'm there for the dancin ya know. But ya know folks all have different agendas, and of course i'm blogging the detail outa this one.. heh.

A redbull will do. Speakin of redbull I had a jaggerbomb at Brazenhead just a few hours earlier with Shirley and Staci. Jaggermiester meets redbull... and ya know what? That was a damn good shot. Very Yummi.

Now at the club I refrained from drinkin really, I opt'd for solo redbull. "thats it?" they asked me... lookin at me like maybe I'd add something of my own.. next is the E! "yep." haha.. nah.

I could hear the forces battling it out in far end of the club. Long Street in columbus ohio's downtown area is a sellout meatmarket multiple bar concept. They string together all the genres of music into multiple connecting buildings or areas... usually u go thru the main enterance and first experience salsa, then take a turn into lounge which always gets like just enough space for six people to chill really, and then its the massive hiphop or what i call "look at me, look at me" and more on that later room, then ya got techno etc.. We didn't go in the main enterance so we had this little area where the dj's were mixing hiphop with trance progressive.. which i think would be tough.. it doesn't quite slide on the ole fader over there. While we ordered drinks at the bar I could hear the struggle at the dj booth, trance.. now hiphop..... now trance...! With 60mins left and counting it didnt matter really people needed to dance.

Club dancefloors, or floors in general are always nasty. You can't help but notice them as the lights, oh the lights shine thru. It also looked like there was money all over the floor. One of the clubs promo's was 50 dollar bill lookin thing and promos always end up on the floor ya know... so that added a different look I think. First you hear the music, then you feel the bass, see the lights, see the people see the money they dance on haha.

They had a few classics in the mix there, I love hearing sounds I own, the more rare they are the better. Especially on a thumpin sound system. Sadly I was in sandals! I can't dance in these things, i already had two people crush my toes just getting into the place. Ok I danced a bit.

As far as dances go Mark could really bust the groove and shirley liked that.. she dragged him to the center of the floor. You go girl! Jon and Staci stayed together as Jeff kinda wandered around. Amanda waited for her moment. Once the hiphop and the deep bass hit the floor she broke out into her "look at me, look at me" dance. Once she got goin, it was a sight to see.. the hiphop guys came a callin. Then SWTICH to trance she'd stop. Poor girl. Heh.

Just gettin a taste of the club scene made me wanna club more. I miss the sound, the big sound on the dancefloor. I miss the scene in general really, like ownin my club, spinnin my own tunes, makin the videos.. ya thats a good stuff. Owning a space and seeing a room packed with people dancing is a good thing. Energy.