Anchored Away At Sailor Jerry’s 102nd Birthday At Passenger Bar
Passenger Bar burst onto the Williamsburg scene a minute ago, and last night it was packed to its fabulous wood rafters with hipsters and tattoo aficionados. The occasion was Sailor Jerry’s 102nd birthday. Good ol’ Jerry has of course shuffled off this mortal coil, but he’s left a legacy of tattoo flash art which adorns a huge segment of our population. I’ve got about 10 tattoos inspired by the old seaman. And last night I got #11 after DJing a very eclectic rock set for the attendees. The incredible folks from Three Kings Tattoo did 102 anchors for the crowd. Photographer Nate "Igor" Smith captured the affair.
In between tracks, I glad-handed friends who came to say hey. A passionate lass said that she has so much fun in Brooklyn that she has to force herself to go to something in Manhattan. It’s not quite like that for me yet but it’s getting close. Word is that all quarters of Manhattan-based marketing/hospitality groups are getting ready to jump on the BK bandwagon. It’s better out here on so many levels that I don’t even think an influx of Johnny or Jenny come late-ies will spoil the fun.
Last night was perfect. I loved playing to the great crowd, and the event and space were amazing. The only blemish was some truly annoying girl who decided she wanted to hear something that she wanted to hear. I politely told her no when she insisted on GaGa. She seemed unable to understand that it wasn’t going to mix well with the Danzig I was playing. Then she decided that she needed to hear the Violent Femmes, a perfectly reasonable request since I often include them in my set. I told her I would play them later as I was in a Melvins tip at that time. She insisted. I politely said no. She wouldn’t accept no. Strange, since from the looks of her, she probably rarely gets anyone to say yes.
DJs are not jukeboxes. I sometimes take requests, but more often than not I don’t. Most people don’t even think about doing it. To play a particular track at a particular time that would satisfy just one or a few persons is often bad for all. Rarely does a request fit in. When it does, I play it when I can fit it in. This little dweeb wanted her song now and called me an asshole and things like that. It was amusing. She said she was on some “tattoo reality TV show.” So with that and this, she has already had her 15 minutes of fame. Now she gets to spend the rest of her life just being lame.
For my part, I’m going to build a better mouse trap. When designing new DJ booths, I will strive to make them ugly-little-disgusting-annoying-patron proof. I will figure out a way to pull the curtain or close the door or lower the shades or have a cattle prod pop out. Usually people are understanding, but occasionally you get a won’t-take-no-for-an-answer nobody.