You better make a drink.......
I saw my first 'mobile' disco in 1979 - The Pink Elephant Roadshow, but only until recently would I have given it any form of credit as inspiration to to gigs!!!
Started doing parties for the family get-togethers and for friends (which always seemed frequent as a youngster).
Living in Basildon in the late 80's - managed to get myself a few spots at different venues which had the gear, but it was only part-time, late hours and erratic - all over the place, here and there.
Ended up teaching fellow DJ's to mix more than the work I was getting, and got fed up with clubs. In fact, I used to get very tired doing 20 hour days on a Thursday and Friday, would catch-up with sleep during the day on a weekend, work Saturday night, back to the day job on a Monday...plus I had a relationship, a mortgage and a small drink problem - there was never time to drink!
Split with the then love of my life, gained £2000 of debts, and moved to Kent - where I was introduced to the Mobile DJ again in 1989. Used to drive a DJ around (and all his gear) Gravesend, Rochester, then onto venues in East, North and West London.
It was as hectic as before, but I had a good insight in setting up gear, listening to different styles of music and even had a spin myself (but not that much at first).
By 1991, after 'cover-DJ'ing' at a Pub in SE London for a few months, I was encouraged by regulars to buy my own gear, and not rent off the DJ I was covering for.
So I purchased Technics 1210's, a Crown Amp and 300W speakers, a stucco covered 'coffin' for the decks and a million cheap Tandy mixers!
My Nephew used to help me gig at weekends - he lived in Chelmsford, I lived in Belvedere (about 45 miles apart). He was calm, reserved and good looking, where as me, was cocky, arrogant and not so good looking - but the whole 'package' worked.
Pubs, CiU clubs and football gigs were popular, but I hadn't done many Weddings then. The £2000 was cleared and paid back, in full. (Actually - I was a prat for paying it all back and could have gone for early settlements!)
We won a local LVA South East competition in the April of '91 for best disco, didn't get much work from the LVA, but we were proud, and celebrated.
But after only a few short months, my Nephew was killed in a car accident in November 1991. He'd declined from working on a particular night for a booked disco. I was going to pick him up but he said he wanted to stay in.
I wish he had.
The 'accident' made local news, and a later, bitter court case followed. Roadpeace, the media and newspapers followed the story. It seemed to drag on forever.
I couldn't face DJ'ing - I was broken.
I drew strength to carry on entertaining months later when the family, and mainly my sister, encouraged me to carry on either DJing or 'performing'.
Somehow, in my 'then' state of mind, I ended up joining a MOR circuit band as a guest vocalist - then left. Joined another rival band - then left. Formed my own band - and it lasted 2 years. We all went our different ways due to other commitments and minor arguments, but it was a really good laugh.
I found it hard to focus on what I really wanted to do and what direction to go.
I knew I wanted to somehow help others. But DJ'ing for the odd pub or charity organisations was one thing, but it didn't cover bills. I applied for a day job as an educational tutor in helping special-needs teenagers at a college, and found music as a valuable asset in gaining results in the students development. It lead to small gigs, then bigger gigs, and then I had a premature idea of what direction to take...
So I made the bad decision and gave up the day job! (I must enjoy being a prat!)
Why do I do these self inflicted things??!!
I had really fallen into a 'rut' with life - but 're-discovered' music and DJ entertainment at another DJ's regular gig!
There I was, sitting at a table in a restaurant, eating a chicken wing I think, when I heard the most brilliant mixing in years.
I couldn't believe my ears. So I got up to have a look to see who was spinning - and introduced myself to Tony aka 'SPINDOCTOR', around 1994. He gave me a card and told me where he got some of his material. Excellent really - I didn't speak to him again until 9 years later - to thank him - all down to this forum.
(Tony - I still don't know why I never rang you!)
With no money coming in, I ended up moving back home with the parents (I'd later split up with another woman. Court case again. I managed to gain more debt, to the sum of £28,000 - Dan is now confirmed an extremely silly prat)
DJ'd at all sorts of places - some unmentionable! The debt demands and threats got more heavy, and without any advice, I sold the car, all my disco gear, but kept the records and CD collections. I was an ultimate prat.
The Prince's Trust was the farthest thing on my mind at the time, but it was suggested, as I was getting older, that I might be considered for a grant to start a proper professional business in DJing, as long as I worked hard to demonstrait I could work figures and understand a business plan bible and its requirements.
Now don't laugh, but I was going to present to The Prince's Trust my plan, with all sorts of projections and ideas, with cap in hand, and oh, by the way, I'm in debt to the sum of £28,000!!!!!!!!!!!!
Business plan, objectives and strengths/weaknesses analysis later, I was awarded £2500 loan from the then called Prince's Youth Business Trust, and £2500 from Natwest.
(The Total debt bwt fwd to £33,000!!!!!).
The Trust said the 'plan' was very good and that I shouldn't require a grant, but appreciated the required injection to get things going.
Part of the deal was also a business mentor - but alas, unbeknown to me, all the mentors were busy. So I had virtually 99% no help or advice. (Except a little advice from a business man who played in a band - about the best choice available at the time - apparently?!)
I had taken a very big gamble.
I worked hard. I took all I could. Weddings, Corporate, Agency supplied work - the lot. That was in 1997. Since then, I've struggled, eventually paying off the Natwest, The PYBT and ALL my debts, and I've literally just gone in for a mortgage again with the new love of my life.
One thing I've learnt over the years is that you can't walk away from everything.
I know going in for a mortgage is like a massive 'noose around your neck' debt, but the former debts around my neck made it so hard to accomplish things - I even wanted to give up at one point.
But, as a DJ mate of mine once said, if you can see past your own snot at the end of your nose, lifes not so bad - there are always going to be others that are worse off than your-self.
Over half of the financial mess I got into was my fault. But I can hold my head up a little higher now than before, because like a gig - you get out what you put in.
I now realise that a Pink Elephant Disco from Ipswich, Suffolk, was generally the main reason I wanted to be a DJ.
And that's my long winded, round the houses and coal to Newcastle epic!