I was 16 years old and the bloke who ran my local got a promotion to a go and run a town centre pub. He served me in my local so my first thought was that I would now be able to get into a pub in town, something I struggled with as I always had a babyface. That is one of the most important things at 16, getting served in a bar. Anyway, as the weeks went on I became more regular up town and built up a freindship with this landlord and things were fine.
The pub was one of those rough ones, you know, the bars that always get the idiots who fight and take drugs etc, but it was ok. I avoided them as best I could and tried to get on with them if our paths ever crossed. It was a tactic that worked until one Friday night. The regular DJ phoned in sicj and never left any time to arrange cover. After being in the pub for a few pints already I jokingly said that I would cover for him. I don't know what came over me. I didn't have any CD's or vinyl, experience or any previous inclination to be a DJ. Holy shit I thought.
I legged upstairs into his front room and raided his stash of music, luckily he had a lot of music and luckily it was current enough to get away with playing. I took it back downstairs and into the DJ booth, stopping to down another pint at the bar on the way. I looked at the decks, the lights, the buttons, the knobs, dials, everything and that thought came over me again - holy shit.
I had a modest play around with things, just to see what slider did what mainly, before I put that first CD in and cracked on. There were 2 vinyl decks there. I always seen on the TV, DJ's playing them, and thought it looked pretty cool and how I would like to know how to do it one day. Anyway, that was too much for me to consider at that time. I had bigger things to worrk about.
The CD loaded, lights dimmed, daytime background music faded out. I pressed play. To this day I remember the first tune I played,this little ditty, experience later told me to never start a set on the 'up' like that. It's something to be built up to. I didn't have that experience.
I somehow managed to fudge through it albeit with a few mistakes, tracks overlapping each other, volume levels different, but importantly I got through it with only minimal baiting form the locals. The sense of success I felt afterwards was immense. To do something like that wothout having a clue how to do it was great, and I wanted more, I wanted to be a DJ.
I told my landlord friend and he was great, he let me practice on the decks when they were free or on quieter weekday nights whilst I set about building up a music collection. Most of my spare time and money was spent throwing myself into this dream that had fallen upon me, in the end it would be worth it, if only for the women and beer!
That is how it all started, check back for updates and comment please