Everyone’s A Winner The Meligrove Band
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san francisco club success formula no.9 =
the show last friday night at LOADED was so fucking awesome that people are still talking about it. i just had to reply to a bunch of msg’s about when another one is coming up and what’s in store next! the place SOLD OUT! and get this…by 11PM!!!!!!! which is (generally) unheard of for most parties here in SF by the most part. i mean, there were a good number of people there at 9pm and it was packed at 10! like, wtf?
it was a combination of a few things that made it successful…but i can only divulge half the formula for the sake of keeping intellectual property between parties for safekeeping.
first, CLUB LOADED is the hottest party that happens the first fridays of every month here in SF, hands down. they have a big big (and best looking) following of sophists and fashionistas that naturally attract attention. so, it was a no brainer when RES asked me to set up the show. instead of competing and set the show up at StudioZ, i knew that approaching LOADED would truly make it ‘mash-up’ party.
secondly, karma (and business sense). i am a rini and cyrus fan. they are genuinely awesome people, the rickshaw is awesome, and res is awesome. so, coming together on this one made the most sense i ever made in a big while. so long as i labored out of love and respect, i knew the universe would respond accordingly.
thirdly, a promotional campaign rampage. i went out and promoted at every party/show even though my name wasn’t on the previously printed flyer. so we made one that did and we used it to post everywhere including _____.com, ____.net, ____.org, _____.edu, and ____.gov. rini posted every night on myspace and i posted strategically on craigslist.
fourthly, it was a special aquarian night in that a founding mother of LOADED celebrated her birthday there.
fifthly, everyone at loaded and the rickshaw rock. even BlowUp and ClubID rocks just for the fact that they exist on fridays too! so, much respect to you too BlowUp and ClubID!
sixly, sfweekly. sevenly, res. eighthly, apple.
ninthly, the collectivision film screening. it was the culmination of my actions with moving pictures and synthesized sounds of the past however many months since i got back from my jungle pilgrimage. so, i set up a guerilla campaign and it worked. that’s another formula on its own…which i have to keep a secret.
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golden rocks. chris golden is a local art visualist and a well respected sf sophist who happens to also be the resident vj. he totally kept me going and even saved me when my (borrowed) computer totally locked up in the middle of the set. he was right there to switch everything up and keep it going. he is sharp alright. he saved me from earning the title ‘MVJ TRAINWRECK.’ thank you.
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i was real well behaved last friday. so, saturn’s night, i got all bacchus like and put on the disco boots. yes, i got my grind on but i also got too tipsy to watch my manners. i totally thought i was dancing with someone else cuz my eyes were closed then i realized it was someone completely different and that chicka totally pushed me so i got all retarded and put my hand up and she did the same and i made it like she was the one rude…which she kinda was…but i didn’t have to be rude back.
from l to r: cupid, bacchus, and ceres.
turned out she was the bday girl that night…and friends with the disco masters brand new girlfriends. i felt like a real creep.
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i didn’t get to finish my set! i totally had a premonition that one of the laptops i was using would lock up and it did! i might’ve wished it into effect. i saved the best for last and it my dream the left computer would lock up. so i made sure that i set up my own older laptop to my right and borrow a brander new and sharper powerbook on the left to see if i could quantumly avoid it.
the left laptop locked up. at that moment, plan b was to switch to the right but that created a matrix of two possibilities:
a) fix the left computer in front of everyone and play the rest of my set which held an impeccable playlist and mindnumbing visuals but risk a 10 minute embarrasment; or
b) drink.
it was a long moment.
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i was just with ____ and we were choppin’ it up about the other night. i mentioned how i didn’t get to finish and felt this profound yearning for satisfaction that wasn’t reached… all of a sudden we both started crackin’ up. i said, ‘i’m sure women know how that feels…’ (innuendo no.__).
we were in the car earlier with my buddy ____ and ____, a friend of hers. we were backing up the car and ____ said ‘you know you only got 2 or 3 inches!’ ___ and i started crackin’ up. i was like, ‘i heard that before.’ (innuendo no.__)
when we was parting, i was so stoned i gave ___ an xo like normal and reached over to her friend and did the same but as soon as our cheeks touched…i felt, saw, and heard ‘OH, WHAT THE FUCK?’ i freaked out, felt creepy, then ran like a real Forrest Gump. you shoulda seen it! when i saw ___ at his office, i was all spastic and shit and he calmed me down by reminding me that people kiss each other on the cheek everywhere everytime…
no way. i’m saving my xo’s for people i love from now on. like normal.
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remember that music video/documentary we shot in bali with that burning man collective? yea, the underwater and haunted caves one. i wrote heavily about it during the time i was there (and all my drama queen bullshit. it was all before i decided to quit the project after them MTV folk pissed me out. but, i ended up on a pilgrimage back to my father’s grave in the philippine islands. it would mark my first time coming back since i left when i was 9).
*the best thing about it were the tits. i think we should encourage toplessness…and sit-ups. wait, is that rude? oh shit…there i go again. ugh!*
anyways, the music artist featured in it just called and wanted me to rejoin him. he fired the MTV asshole out and wanted me to get back in. he had an offer. so, i might be busy for a while.
put on 3d glasses for this one…
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i did the unthinkable.
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