Happy Thanksgiving everybody.  Hope everyone ate well.  I know I am stuffed... and Thanksgiving was yesterday!

So as you some of you may know I moonlight as a High School/Middle School DJ for free mostly.

Whatever, it fulfills a dream of mine and I always like to go to a party and listen to all the music I like.  (even if its filled with 14-17 year olds!)

Anyway, even though I listen to a lot of music and different genres, most of these kids want the latest jams in Hip Hop.  That's right, so no LL Cool J, or Rob Base or Black Sheep or Tribe.  Not even Biggie or Tupac.  In fact, when I play some stuff from a couple of months ago, they get all huffy, which makes me not want to DJ a dance ever again.

Last month I did a HS dance and the week after I did one for the MS.  Both were to raise money for Katrina so I did it.  So the night of the Middle School Dance, of course I get requests and stuff.  But there was this one request that stood out.  This 6th grade little white girl, Frankie, who was the cutest thing you ever saw came up and timidly asked me:

Frankie: "Do you have any Rock?"
Me: "I'm sorry.  You need to speak louder!  What!?"
Frankie: "Do you have any Rock and Roll?"
Me: " What kind of Rock?"

Now at this point, of course I had Rock but let's face it.  Once I take off Sean Paul and put in Kid Rock, besides the dirty looks I would get, everyone would get off the dance floor.  So I humored her.

Frankie: "I don't know.  Any kind of rock."
Me: "You gotta tell me what kind."
Frankie: "Well....do you have any...Beatles?"

Beatles?  What does this girl know about the Beatles?  She was like born in the mid-90's!

Me: "I do, but if I play it do you think everyone behind you will dance to it?"

Frankie turns around and sees a huge crowd grinding to "Gasolina" by Daddy Yankee.

Frankie: "I guess not. "
Me: "If it makes you feel any better...you have the best taste of music than anyone at this dance."
Frankie: "THANKS! "

OR

How refreshing.

I ended up playing "Yesterday" for Frankie when the dance was over.  She was happy.

More proof that NY'ers are tough as they come.

I was taking the N train this past Saturday and it stopped at 59th Street for a while, with the trains doors opened.  After about 3 minutes the guy next to me yells out:

"What the fu*k?"

At first I thought he was angered by the wait but when I looked out on the platform, I saw smoke.  Few seconds later, this Police officer is yelling:

"GET OFF THE TRAIN!  GET OFF THE TRAIN! TRAIN NOT IN SERVICE!"

So people start scampering off the train and I see more smoke.  Some people are walking fast but most of them are staying put.  Apparently a fire broke out on the train.  It got real smokey within 1 minute that it was pretty hard to breathe. 

The funny thing was that most people there seemed annoyed by the inconveinence and were still waiting on the smokey platform rather than scared.  I, on the otherhand, got my ass out of that train station.  Why people were staying and waiting for another N train, I have no idea. 

Bad ass NY'ers man.