M is for Myg

Burgess here, filling in for Myg while she’s out on a mission. I need to offset some of the damage caused by the land habit I’ve developed mainlining Philly into my median cubital. (Look it up, okay?) Basically, my eyes are bigger than my bank account. I don’t have enough cash to finish the barbershop and the pawnshop *and* the watertower, let alone all the other great ideas that always get kicked around the hood. The taxman is coming, the bank is calling, and the zoning officials around here can be downright scary. Here’s a recent pic of the crappy buildings I’m attempting to renovate. They’re a little further along than the pic shows, but they still need a ton of work. (Anyone know where I can pick up some decent barber chairs? And I mean decent.)

Despite the clamor for my services as a gigolo, I’m thinking along the lines of something even more narcissistic. That’s right, I’m breakin’ out the turntables and going back to spinning live. My set at Myg’s birthday party went over well, so I’m thinking, what better way to grab some attention and some L$ than through my excellent music taste, brilliant segues, and witty banter? I’m all set to go, but I need a dj name people, and it doesn’t have to be “DJ Somethingerother” but it does have to be not idiotic (that means not “Bifteck,” *glares at Myg). Send all ideas, laughable or not, via the comments section, or to alexander dot burgess at yahoo if you’re shy. And any tips on your favorite clubs are appreciated so I can do a little trainspotting before approaching the management.

P.S. We’re still in the planning stages for more Philadelphia festivities that will include live sets. A block party for candidate Wei is in the offing, though we don’t have a day picked yet.

This entry was posted on Monday, March 26th, 2007 at 4:25 pm and is filed under Burgess, DJ, Nightlife.