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What you don't quite understand is that this pot was really good. It was the 70's.
Yuh see, even after a week, I began to think, .... hey, this would be a good business to get into.
All the investment was because I decided to open a disc jockey service.
The fact that these people asked me to play at their wedding was not central to my money extravaganza!
They did not know my intentions .... they hardly knew me.
I didn't want to bore you with so much detail .....
I had such grand ideas.
I bought a parabolic reflector and microphone and taped their vows at the church. I played it back during their first dance.
I had business cards made with a small perforated edge which contained a ticket number. As each person came into the hall, they were given my business card. They were instructed to tear off the perforated part and put it into the drum for when a door prize was given. People tore off the ticket portion, but always went home with my card in their wallet or purse. (I thought that was brilliant!)
I typed (by hand on a damn IBM Selectric) my complete library of music. I photocopied and made booklets of about 300 pages of listed music. I made request forms and put them out on a table with copies of the library.
What a mistake that was!
Everyone picked slow songs. Romantic songs. And, once you said you had the song .... then they kept coming on stage and demanding or asking why I hadn't played the tune yet? Jezz ... I couldn't play 15 slow songs in a row!
Oh! After this initial booking, and after finding out I was totally incapable of being a master of ceremonies, I could not just walk away.
Each booking after that, I used to convince myself that I would be able to talk on the microphone this time. And .... as usual, I could not. I had all kinds of equipment to hide behind. My favourite place was behind my 10" reel to reel recorder.
I hired myself an MC. I hired an entertainer!
We rehearsed games and stuff. He used to get right out onto the dance floor.
My competition was getting 150 or 175 dollars a booking. I was charging 450 bucks.
I had lots of equipment. I had all the toys. I know sound. I know music.
I don't care about a singers biography or how many kids they have. I'm not a FanClub kinda guy.
But .... one day, my MC failed to show up! It was like me owning a car repair garage and my mechanic doesn't show up.
What do you do?
Well, I did the booking ..... I hid behind my 10" reel to reel.
But .... I decided right then and there that I could not handle the worry about whether my mechanic was gonna show up or not. I could not have my mechanic holding me as hostage.
I sold the speakers in 1981 - even trade for a completely refurbished 1972 Chevelle Super Sport, Hirst shift, with a 454 to my friend.
Calm