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    The discussions we have all seen and taken part in concerning "extras" took on new significance for me as the result of my experience this weekend.

    Sacha from Amsterdam has returned to Daytona to dance for the special events and write about them. She wanted to walk on the wild side, so I started off by taking her to the Shark Lounge, which is never tame, and will be wild indeed come Bike Week.

    This one club I worked at before had a bunch of these worthless karaoke DJs coming through, all of whom were terrible. One particular guy was somewhat better than the rest, but drove me nuts when I was training him by singing along to the songs, in this tiny little booth we had, until finally I could stand no more and told him to come back for the other DJ to train.

    Well, he was hired, and other than looking like an idiot with his fake headset when we had him bounce one night, and telling three girls at once that he was madly in love with them, he was OK to work with, except he sucked. But that made me look better, and I didn't really have to deal with him, so it was not a problem for me.

    Finally, even my pathetic boss could no longer ignore the complaints of the girls and the guy was canned. He went through several jobs and then wound up at the Shark. I saw one woman there whom he had pledged undying love to, and I asked her if he still sucked (my exact words). Then, later, having been fired from my job for being nice to the girls and making it impossible for my boss to hound them for blowjobs, I went into the Shark and told Nick, my old friend I used to fight with when I worked there, that I'd be glad to fill in while he looked for a replacement for this loser, just temporarily, you understand (my exact words). Neither of them were impressed with these demonstrations of bad karma on my part, and I got a job somewhere else, anyway.

    Well, we get to the Shark, my old friend Indian is DJing there again (Indian is a wizard, who actually got 40 of these felons and killers from all over the world to do a Conga line dance, for Christ's sake--I would have thought it was just the mushrooms I ate, but there were witnesses), so I'm like, where's the idiot Karaoke guy, thank God you guys finally got rid of him. He's at the Pink Pony, and they are hiring, is the answer.

    The Pink Pony has always been notoriously sleazy (nothing like the other Pink Pony clubs--the one in Atlanta is nice), but has taken a major turn for the worse since the only guy there who knew what he was doing opened up a real club, and took the few good-looking girls, and what little class the place had, away for good. It has become an out and out whorehouse, featuring extremely unattractive dancers, is in one of the worst sections in town, and is the last place in the world I would ever work.

    So I went to apply for a job. I had been fired from Molly Brown's for telling them to find another DJ three weeks earlier, and playing Korn songs New Years Eve. Sacha will love this ultimately depraved place, I'm thinking, & she'll be safe with me. I really DON'T want to work there, but I need to eat, and season is only 5-6 weeks long. Hit & run, and acquire excellent perverse material for my book to come, I'm thinking. If it proves to be intolerable I can quit.

    I was immensely relieved to hear from the bouncer that they had 2 DJs already, so we sit down to watch the freaks. There are the biggest bunch of nasty, ugly women running around, not one of whom could pay me enough money to actually make me watch her dance. And they are all getting rich off the sorriest collection of dirtbags you have ever seen in one place. You know how.

    The amazing thing is that the damned Karaoke guy is up there kicking ass, never have I seen a DJ with more intense energy, I would never have known it was him. I am very impressed with this dramatic transformation until I listen to what he is shouting, about VIP standing for "Very Intense Pussy", etc. Plus he won't shut up (I know, neither will I, but this was ridiculous). Pussy this, pussy that. The guy is bouncing off the walls of the DJ booth.

    Seeing as how I have no respect for this moron, I'm not about to say hi, I don't care if he sees me or not. Well, after I have made fun of him for a while, we're getting ready to go when, for God's sake, I hear my name on the mike. My skin crawling, I pretend to ignore him, but it's no good, one of the girls goes "he's calling you", so I have no choice. He comes running over, grinning from ear to ear, and tells me they need a DJ, and with all my great music, I'd be perfect...

    To be continued, I need a break, and maybe you all are getting grossed out. But every word is true , it is funny, and there is more twisted Karma, if you want to hear it...

    Djoser

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    Oh, my, tell us more!

    It would be funny, if it wasn't your misfortune, that you were fired from a strip club for playing Korn. Gotta make sure you don't offen the delicate musical sensibility of the aesthetes there to watch the ballet.

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    Getting fired for playing Korn is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Geez, I used to dance to Danzig and Alice in Chains. I usually had to get the manager drunk first, but the guys never seemed to mind.

    Best of Luck!

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    How strange Djoser. Yep we need the whole story. damn, Djoser you have been going through alot! I also do not like the Pink Pony in Daytona. Although i will be up there for bike week checking out the clubs. Only 1 day and night for me though. Paths may cross one day, we are close in area. Take care. Pamela

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    Are you serious about writing a book? I think you should! Laurie

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    Give us more to read!! Dont leave us hangin:"
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    Default Our hero gets his Karmic Reward

    So now this DJ, whom I have grudgingly trained and abandoned to his doom at one club, insulted and tried to steal his job from at another, and verbally destroyed with great mirth and derision not 20 minutes previously on his own turf, is going out of his way to be my friend and get me a job in this hellhole. If I was half the man I generally try to be I'd turn him down and continue out the door.

    But, no, instead I smile back and say well sure, I'll try it out, stifling all feelings of guilt, remorse, or disgust with my surroundings. He gets the manager and we talk, I'm to return the next day at 3 P.M. with my music, the other DJ may not even show. So Sacha and I go on to celebrate this dubious prize which I have done absolutely nothing to deserve. At 3 P.M. the next day, with heavy heart, I show up.

    As I hate walking into a club with all my boxes and books of CDs unless I know I'm hired for sure, I leave my music in the trunk. There are no customers yet, the other DJ hasn't shown and is fired. My 'friend' is there, so he, the manager, and I can have a nice talk. The manager wants to hear me, but it is resolved that, pending his approval and that of the owner, I will get Saturdays, Mondays, and Tuesdays, 12 hour shifts. I know there is no way I want to do that for very long (12 hour shifts are brutal--DJs get NO breaks), but the next 5-6 weeks will be very busy, so I figure stick it out, make as much cash as possible, and get the hell out of there after Bike Week.

    During this conversation I notice that the dancers are invariably referred to as "sluts". This "slut" did this, this other "slut" did that, yet another "slut" was too tired to dance last night but was so ugly no one cared (this with extra little jokes about it was her jaws that were so tired). There is a "slut file" where all their ID copies and so forth are kept.

    I have worked in four other clubs, two of which had some naughty stuff going on occasionally in VIP, and none of which had much consideration for the feelings of the women employed there, but never have I seen such brazen and callous disrespect for dancers. And these guys are such winners, too. A couple of real studs, I can tell you.

    Not wanting to hang around any more than I have to, and still feeling a bit out of it from the previous night, I go home for a while, promising to return when its busier so the manager can hear me talk. Now I start to think about this place, and all the conversations that you, many of whom I have grown to consider my friends, have engaged in regarding having to put up with the demand for "extras". I have always been sympathetic, having also consoled many of my co-workers who have been insulted, groped, and rudely pressured for this.

    But I never really had to deal closely with it myself--until now. Not only is this vile place devoted almost exclusively to providing "extras", but I am going to be directly contributing to it. In many peoples' eyes I can be considered a pimp, plain and simple. So with an even heavier heart I return, bringing only my best CD book with me, consoling myself with the thought that here I will find all the background material any aspiring writer could want.

    Audition time. I hate auditions, and always get nervous, even after 3 years in the business, no matter how receptive the club is, or how much they seem to like me beforehand. And now the Karma begins twisting back in my face, for the guy, even though he has only been there two weeks, starts trying to tell me how to talk. He is being nice about it, but also clearly considers that I am interfering with his show (as I did when trying to help him less than a year ago), and can't resist taking over the mike repeatedly during my audition. He isn't rude to me, but seems to be shrieking more excitedly than ever into the mike to compensate for my mellower, lower-key style. Of course, the energy pills he is gobbling like candy may be contributing to this. My voice, which is so powerful, low-key or not, that I have to drastically lower the volume on it whenever or wherever I work with another DJ, is also sounding too loud and too bass in spite of all his adjustments.

    After about an hour and a half I have reached my limit. There's no way I'm going to sound any better on this tryout, I have found this to be true of auditions--you're better off coming back again later or just letting it go at that. There's no sense in prolonging the torture. Plus the guy is getting on my nerves. "COME ON GUYS LET ME HEAR YOU MAKE SOME NOISE IF YOU WANT SOME PUSSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY". On and on, over and over...

    Enough is enough. I tell him I'll come back tomorrow. Right away he asks if I will leave my book of music, which is funny because he never even looked at it the whole time I was there, being perfectly happy to play nothing but hard core rap and booty music from his limited selection, which with Race Week and Bike Week coming up is not such a great idea. I have already decided I will let him use some of my CDs, since he is trying to get me a job. But noone gets to borrow my favorite book, and he seems disappointed to hear this, telling me to bring some of my stuff tomorrow. The manager says they will be open at 7 PM the next night.

    The next night I it is all I can do to bring myself to go in there, which I don't do until 8:30, whereupon I am informed in hushed tones that the owner is there. Oh yeah, I forgot about him. This guy, in a business renowned for having managers renowned for being assholes, has the most evil, nasty reputation of any guy I have ever heard of. I have repeatedly been told nothing but the most horrible stories about him, not the least of which is that he regularly makes girls blow him before they can work there. The fact that he is extremely ugly not helping to make this any less unpleasant an image.

    The DJ seems disappointed I haven't brought any music with me, but I think nothing of it since he knows how much I have. But I am not getting a good feeling about this--noone's told me I'm hired or not, or is acting all that friendly, except the waitress and a couple of the dancers, whom it turns out I knew. To make things even more disconcerting, this kid shows up (with his music) to try out, and even though he has never worked in a topless bar and has absolutely no rock (with BIKE WEEK coming up), my 'friend' tells him he's going to get saturdays, before he even hears the kid on the mike.

    When I ask if I'm hired or not my 'friend' says they'll need 3 DJs anyways. Then the kid starts trying out, and he's OK, he has had a little radio experience, but certainly no better than me, nervous, too loud, or not. I'm getting sick of waiting around this place, noone has told me if I'm hired for sure or what's going on. The club is filling up with the biggest collection of losers and dirtbags I've seen since, well, the night before in there, and I'm about to leave in disgust when I am told the owner wants to hear me too, so I wait for this kid to finish, and the DJ, who is popping more energy pills, to scream about the special "pussy" drinks, "Pink Pussy", "Pussy on the Rocks", "A Taste of Pussy", and some other damned pussy drink, I forget now.

    Curiously enough, by this time I have lost my nervous attitude, and am actually feeling pretty good about going on. I start doing things that are part of my routine, like sending out a song to the waitress I was talking to while waiting, and teasing the girl dancing around on her chair to the song I picked for the one on stage (this, if it's done right, without slighting the girl onstage, can get her into VIP) I'm adjusting the volume myself and its sounding better. I lock eyes briefly with the owner, a shaggy, slovenly looking ex-wrestler, as he walks to his office, and although he doesn't look very nice, that's typical in this business, so I think nothing of it. The DJ is talking to the kid over on the couch, he has been hired for sure, I can tell. No problem with me, I don't want three 12 hour shifts anyways.

    Then it's my turn. The DJ takes me over to the couch, and tells me he's "going to level with me" (curiously enough the same phrase he used with one of the three girls he pledged his devotion to a year ago). The owner said the kid was OK, but that he didn't like me. His exact words. I didn't stick around to find out if it was my voice, my personality, or the fact I was being nice to his "sluts" that he didn't like, but got my "Dusk 'til Dawn" CD that I DID let the guy borrow overnight (for those of you familiar with this excellent CD, he of course didn't play any of the fantastic songs to be found thereupon, but repeatedly used, you guessed it, the "pussy" speech by Cheech Marin, which is funny the first four or five times you hear it). And I got my ass out of there.

    I hope this long winding tale was worth reading through, and that the all important lesson may be remembered, that bad Karma has a funny way of coming back at you...

    Djoser
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    Yea right one chapter is already done. Lol
    Pamela

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    I don't know, it sounds like good karma to me that you didn't get this job!

    I hope something better will turn up soon.

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    i the first post it sounded like you got hustled in some strange way
    but after the second part , and another smoke, i realized u were lucky to get the fuck outta there...what a bunch of freaks...and i personally think that guy was giving u the runaround,,,i think that bar was the bar from'dusk to dawn'
    blessed be

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    Thank you all for your comments.

    I would actually suspect this was some kind of wierd plot on this guy's part to get revenge on me for my extreme bad Karma in insulting him and trying to get his job while insulting him yet again--except that the guy is not that smart, or imaginative, to devise such an appropiate and fiendishly twisted manner of payback.

    I didn't mention that one of the women he pledged undying love to, the only one worth a damn, I wound up going out with for a while. One night he showed up, in between jobs, broke, bumming cigarettes, at the restaurant those of us who worked in the first bar went to for breakfast. We were sitting there like a couple of lovebirds, in that touchy-feely stage--it HAD to have got to him.

    He was such a loser and bullshit artist that I had no sympathy whatsoever for him. Also I found out he told this woman that I had turned another dancer to doing bad drugs, when she got out of control, and into some trouble. Now I have on occasion dabbled in all manner of illicit substances, but never let it get out of hand, and this other girl got herself into deep shit with no help or influence from me. So it wasn't just me with the Karma.

    The guy at first really did want me to work there, probably as much as anything so he could use some of my gigantic collection of CDs. I'm quite sure he enjoyed the role--reversal, and being in a position to try to tell me how to DJ, haha, and also telling me I didn't get the job. When the kid showed up he no doubt saw someone much more easily dominated. I suspect that my style was not appreciated from the beginning by the manager with the "slut file", and that he did have enough sense to pick up on this and lord it over me a bit, and probably ultimately shoot me down with the owner.

    This is one of those horrible wierd ordeals that I would have avoided at all costs, but make life so very interesting. I think its funny, and I'll be laughing like hell a year from now.

    I would have taken the job, as I do need one now, and Daytona is not an easy place for an intelligent artist to find work, especially as a DJ. But I would have hated every minute of it, and probably quit or gotten myself fired in two weeks anyways.

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    DJ
    the bar autumn and work at is hiring!
    if u dont mind the cold canadian weather
    blessed be

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    Well, Holly Day, that is very sweet of you! And what a pleasure it would be to work with you and Autumn. I know we would laugh a lot!!

    I am somewhat reluctant to leave Daytona even though it is an awful place to live because my parents are crippled and need my help frequently. On the other hand I have almost run out of clubs to work in here, LOL. There's only one left that is any good, and even though I was told I'm next in line, no one ever quits there--the moneys too good, and waiting around is no fun. Just how cold is it?

    I have been hired to work some temporary shifts for Race Week and Bike Week at a place I left 2 years ago, but I'm not too thrilled about it, it's like one step forward, two back.

    Where in Canada are you? I used to live in Detroit so went through Ontario a lot. Also I had a Mad Love Affair with a woman in Calgary--wow, THAT was cold (but she was hot).

    Whether you are just kidding around or not, your response is most appreciated,

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    We need a good dj at my club in PR! I don't know if they're hiring, but they definitely need to get rid of one of the guys we have now - what a moron! Not only does he do the same old tired routine every night and snort WAAAYYY too much coke making him unbearable to work with and listen to, but he has the worst collection of music I've ever seen. Almost every time a girl asks for a song or band, he says he doesn't have it. He has ZERO current music save for some very specific stuff he uses at the gay clubs he occasionally spins for. He uses CDs brought in by dancers to play requests for OTHER dancers, without asking the permission of the girl who brought it in - then of course the song can't be played again, so the owner of the CD is SOL for the night if she wanted to dance to that song. He also does that huggy-feely thing where he pretends to be hugging you in a friendly greeting but he's really just feeling you up. To make it short, he's absolutely the worst DJ I've worked with in 7.5 years and over 30 clubs! So if you speak a little spanish and can make a trip to PR, maybe you can rescue us at Divas from the nightmare of this horrible DJ!

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    Bridgette I sympathise, I have to say that you can't blame anyone who gets a bad impression of DJs, most of them I've met were jerks and morons, even some of the good ones. I don't know any Spanish, just a little French, which I started speaking like an idiot one night on impulse in Mexico to the waiter--I don't know, English wasn't working.

    Aren't there a few very nice Divas clubs around the US? It's a great name for a club. I think I have seen mention of them in other locations, New York or Chicago maybe. I've been all over but somehow have never made it to one of them. And you are the only warm people right now, even Florida was 30 degrees until now.

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    not dj i wasnt kidding...our dj just quit the other day and im not looking forward to breaking in a new one!...
    autumn and i live in london ontario ...under two feet of snow as i post this
    i figured you'd be a lot of fun as well...if you seen autumns b-day pics in the uploads section of our gallery..already know we have a lot of fun at work.
    all the best to u dj. you sound like a guy with a head on his shoulders, and im sure you'll find something with your personality...
    im jealous u get to work bike week

    holly
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    Djoser there's a Divas in Philadelphia owned by the same folks who own the one here, and there's one in Vegas but I'm not sure if it's part of the same company - heard it wasn't too nice though. I like the name too

    Well you really wouldn't have to know any Spanish to work here - most Americans who work here don't bother to learn any - but you could easily pick up a couple important phrases that you'd have to use in the booth. Anyway, I really wish someone would come rescue us!

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    God.... reading your story is like living a bad nightmare. Oh, wait, that wasn't a nightmare, it was my reality for a while when I worked at the Pony. :-/

    I know the DJ you are talking about. I worked with him during Bike Week. Aside from the fact that he screams some overly annoying phrases OVER AND OVER AND OVER, he plays songs too long. He played a 7 minute and 24 second song FULL LENGTH during Bike Week. I was giving a lap dance and could have killed him for playing a song that long. You really can't charge the customer double, no matter how badly you may want to.

    On top of that, he kept me on stage for 6 and a half songs (again, during Bike Week) b/c he claimed that he couldn't find any other dancer to put on stage. I refuse to leave the stage empty, as it bores the crowd and leaves the DJ looking bad; BUT, When the place is the size of a shoe box and you have 55 girls working there, I have a hard time believing that you can't find ANYONE to put on stage. At that point, he could have plucked one of the prostitutes off of the corner outside (and, yes, ladies, there really are prostitutes on the corner outside) and thrown her on the stage. Needless to say, after doing that type of thing to me over and over all night long, he never got more than the minimum of $10 from me. I have always been what I consider to be a pretty good tipper (never less than 10%, so that means that the DJ could be getting $50+ from me), but if you repeatedly screw me and keep me from being able to make money, you lose.

    As far as the management talking down about the girls, I know that that is very common in that club. Granted, some of the men working there are worse about it than the others, but overall it is pretty bad. I will stand up to say, though, that the night manager, Anthony, is one of the nicest people I have ever met and is truly a pleasure to work with. That, though, is if he hasn't been jaded and persuaded to join the evil side by the others that he works with. DJoser, I'm going to assume that you dealt with the day manager instead of Anthony. I have a hard time seeing him give you any shit. I know better than to say that it isn't possible in this business, though...

    The sad but true reality of it all is that the majority of the girls in that club don't do ANYTHING to contradict what the bouncers and management say about them. Not all of the girls, but most. It may ruffle some feathers for me to say this, but there is a stereotype and stigma attached to what we do, and the reason for it is a lot in part to the way girls like those in the Pony, act and carry themselves. Here is an example of what I saw when I worked Bike Week:

    Girl A is in the VIP rooms giving a "lap dance" (in this case, I use that term loosely). She comes running into the back to get Girl B. She's yelling at her, "Come quick, move your ass. I don't want him to lose it." I'm wondering what he could be "losing", so I ask another girl what that scene was all about. Girl C precedes to tell me that it is common practice in the club for a girl to start giving a blow job or sex or whatever, and if she gets tired and can't finish the guy off, she grabs another girl to do it for her. I was in denial, so I verified the story with one of the bouncers whom I have been friends with for quite a while. Yes, that was the truth. It absolutely blew my mind. In all honesty, if those are the types of things that happen on a regular basis, I can hardly say that I'm surprised that the management/bouncers refer to the girls as sluts. No, it doesn't make it right, but it really doesn't make it wrong either.

    Bottom line, DJoser, you should probably be really glad that you didn't get the job there. Not just b/c the management is not so nice, but b/c neither are a lot of the girls. It is an insane place to work. Only during the events will I even think about doing so much as stepping foot into that place. Well, even then its a tough decision. Knowing that money is ridiculous always helps .

    DJoser, hope everything is going well for you, and when I'm back up in the area I'll be SURE to drop you a line!
    -Fire
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    Replies: 2
    Last Post: 12-12-2004, 07:06 PM

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