I have had an awe
some time introducing Captain Tim to Wilmington and the surrounding areas. I have had the privilege of providing the soundtrack for your weddings, milestone birthdays and some sensational Friday nights. From dancing with the flower girls to singing with the Crabman, I have had a great time.
Because you have chosen me to be your DJ, I have been able to give $800 towards saving our oceans, helped two organizations that support those fighting cancer and spread the message that what we do to our world is important. I have also spent almost $2000 in advertising this business. As much as I understand that this is the nature of the game, I have a hard time giving that money to put my picture online versus helping to solve the problems that were part of the reason I went into business for.
So, this year I am going to rebalance that equation. I am no longer actively seeking new wedding clients as that takes a large amount of resources to be competitive in that marketplace. I am certainly honoring my current commitments (Don’t worry, Steph!), but I know there is a better way to spend my resources. I’m not going anywhere, but it is time to put my money where my mouth is. Let’s keep rocking this town and making it and our world a better place to live.
My sweet inspiration for making the world a good place for her to grow up.
announce your intention to your friends, the bartender, and the person in the next stall while you are peeing. Maybe if you spend another half an hour with the song list, the perfect one will come to you. You pick a safe tune somewhere between “Twinkle Twinkle” and “Sweet Caroline” and you make your way on stage. The words go too fast at first and then you catch up (almost) at the chorus. With the vocal support of the whole bar, you get on track with about 30 seconds left. Suddenly you have the fever. Your cherry-o-ke has popped and we will see you next week.
Anticipating the DJ’s readiness, you have three completed song slips with the appropriate tempo and key changes. Regrettably, your Carnegie Hall caliber performance is hampered by a self-perceived buzz in the speaker, the atrocious acoustics of Hank’s Place and your constant adjustment of the sound through hand gestures to the DJ. Someday, these local miscreants will finally recognize you for the talent you are.
drinks in me.” This is your weekly promise to the DJ and tonight is the night. Your com padres in inebriation put you in for a song you sing in the car all of the time. Stumbling to the microphone, you have something terribly clever to say before you begin. In your mind, you are Frank Sinatra in all his showmanship and poise. Actually, you are Frank Costanza, George’s father from Seinfeld. Ironically, the crowd begs for Serenity NOW.
Donald O’ Connor’s sage advice. You have sunglasses to wear at night when singing Corey Hart’s smash hit from the 80’s. Never mind your corpulent 48 year-old frame; you can “Stand by Your Man” and be “Sexy and I Know It” all in the same night. Your ability to change lyrics on the fly is spot on. Comic effect is the name of the game and you, my friend, are an All-American.
Kara-One Trick Pony: No one said Toby Keith only had one place in mind when he wrote “I Love This Bar.” Heck, you can sing that bad boy everywhere you go! Expanding your repertoire is for amateurs. You sing one song and you do it better than anyone out there.
