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Observations from the road
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 0
I don’t travel a whole lot for work, but I do travel perhaps more than most other mobile DJs. I say travel, and I mean out of state or to the next metropolitan area. Of course we travel, we’re mobile DJs, it’s right in the title… IT’S THE FIRST WORD! I just got back from a road trip for DJ jobs in Colorado and Utah with a renewed understanding of why so many rock stars have written wistful songs about life on the road. It can be disorienting.
When I first moved to Arizona 7 years ago, I was traveling to Los Angeles just about every weekend for about 18 months for jobs that I had booked before I moved. I was getting fuel in Blythe California on one of those trips after a bout a year of living that way and as I went to get back on the freeway, I was completely unable to determine, where I was, where I was going, where I had been and the freeway sign wanted an answer- east or west young man? I had to pull over and close my eyes and collect myself for 30 seconds. Even though I was able to collect myself from a purely intellectual standpoint, I was still disoriented from an emotional standpoint and that feeling lasted for an hour.
Someone asked me on this trip when were talking about this, among other things, if I missed California. I often arrange for my California trips to include lunch with Bill in Upland or Sue in Chino Hills or Scott in Brea. I’ve still got some fiercely loyal customers in Southern California and some dear friends and my 22 year old son, Javin, lives there, and so because of that, even after 7 years, it can still seem like home sometimes but that feeling continues to fade. It’s relatively easy to make acquaintances in a new place but it takes some time to make a few friends- people that are part of your inner circle. It’s just the passage or time, the making of new friends, falling into new routines, getting the lay of the land, finding restaurants and shops and other places that you love. I’d say it took a good 3 years for Phoenix to feel like home and then the next time I went to LA for a DJ job, it no longer felt like home.
I guess the next question is this: Is home a place? Or a feeling? When you visit your mamma at your childhood home and you feel those feelings of home, were they waiting there for you- waiting to release upon your arrival? Or did you bring them with you?
I ask that question because of an interesting observation I made while packing for this trip. On event day, I stand in front of the closet and wonder what I’m going to wear on stage that night. What is the nature of the event? What are my customers expecting? What am I feeling? I usually get it right. For this trip, since I would be driving two days and resting one day before the event, that moment had to happen 3 days early and I couldn’t feel it! I ended up packing 4 stage outfits for two events. So there was a rather thick suit bag hanging behind my seat.
It’s an interesting beast traveling for work as opposed to traveling for pleasure. I was not driving a comfortable driving machine- although my Chevy Astro Van has been a battle axe and taken me 13 times around the planet safely and almost without incident. It was a work van loaded to the gils with sound and lighting equipment- my tools. The bigger point is the head space that one must be in. Most people road trip to get away from something. Get away from work, from the heat, from the rain, from the snow, to visit Gramma, to see the sights, etc. As described, the nature of my work is that I take it to a different place for every event. Even when I work someplace that I’ve worked before or even if I’ve worked there many times, it’s a different room set up with a different timeline and a different customer who has different tastes and family traditions and I have to figure it out quickly and work with it- and I have to bring that expertise with me. It was even more so when I was traveling to another state. The owner of the steel company that I used to work for had a small plane and I got to fly with him on several occasions because he was an older man and didn’t have the strength to pull that plan out of the hangar by himself. Even though he had flown for years and years, he would put his preflight checklist on his lap and read it and do it because the payoff if something gets missed may be your life. I double checked my quality control regimen to make sure that I had everything that I needed because if something was left behind, there would be no help for me.
I do love driving and I love the road. I do not love traffic however, and I’m thankful that I don’t commute for a day job and fight that traffic 5 days a week morning and night. It’s not really even the traffic that I despise, it’s the one or two aggressive idiots in that traffic that just have to be in front of somebody and get there 6 seconds ahead of you and they make dangerous moves. I’m usually going into the city at 4PM when everybody else is coming out and I’m heading home at 2AM when everybody is nestled in their beds. Those late night drives when the freeways are relatively empty have always been about my favorite time of the week- in Los Angeles for all those years and here in Phoenix. I can collect my thoughts and review the last week and consider and start to plan the next and somehow figure out the secrets of the universe. Even though I am dog-tired, I’m usually pumped up from the adrenaline of the stage and the work out of loading out the sound and lighting equipment and that usually carries for an hour or so after I get home- no matter how sleepy I am, I can’t sleep until that adrenaline wears down a bit. If I do get sleepy while driving, a cherry coke is a huge wake up for a guy who doesn’t drink coffee or other caffeinated drinks any other time.
I left a day early
People believe their computer/smart phone screen more than they believe their eyes and ears.
idiot who is the arbiter of culture
road trip to get away… taking work with me. head space
Minnesota- felt one quarter turn off
Rock star 22 hours of nothing, 2 hours of stage… Stewart Copeland… sweaty shirt towel and shower.
Back in the 80s
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Back in the 80s, a clever catch phrase took the business world by storm and, as often is the case with such things, it gets so overused that it loses its meaning and becomes a punchline. The phrase was about “thinking outside of the box.” We tend to think inside of boxes because that’s the way our mammas presented the world to us. “Would you like to wear your red jammies or your blue jammies?” It sets up a scenario where you must choose from the choices presented. Your mamma was pretty sneaky huh? A smart kid would counter with, “Well, I don’t want to go to bed. I want to be naked. I want to wear sweats.” There are almost always more choices than the ones presented.
In my past life in heavy construction in Los Angeles, I would always welcome employees who wanted to suggest new ways of doing things. Perhaps from their vantage point they could see something that I couldn’t or they have brought some expertise from a previous employer. If you are open-minded, you don’t have to be afraid of differing opinions. You can still keep your own opinion if you want to. At least you can hear and understand another and maybe you’ll be persuaded or maybe you’ll further confirm your confidence in your own way. I supervised about 15 people in a steel fabrication operation and my office was situated about 5 feet above ground level and from my window, I could see most of the operations and staff that I was to supervise. Sometimes, because of my vantage point, I could detect a mistake being made from 100 yards away. Because of my position as a department head, I also knew about cash flow and of the impact of each department on the others and because of this added knowledge and vision unavailable to workers I supervised, I made decisions accordingly.
Sometimes an employee would come in to complain about something or make a suggestion or ask for help mediating a dispute with a fellow employee. They would present their “side” or their idea and I might say that we do things this way or that way because of an OSHA regulation or a labor board rule. I might point out that the employee that they think is not pulling his weight is less experienced and is also making several dollars/hr less then you. When talking to an employee, I might describe the reasons we do things the way we do. There are circumstances that they may have been unaware of. I might present a couple of other options than the ones they are presenting to me to choose from or I may stroke my chin and think it was a brilliant idea and have it implemented and put a few hundred extra dollars in that employees paycheck that week if the idea had merit.
I might point out to them that there is more to the whole operation than their single operation. Often a single worker might forget what the end goal is. A truck driver might start to have tunnel vision and think that we are a trucking company. A steel bender operator might begin to think that we are a steel bending company. We made our money by installing reinforcing steel in concrete construction. We had trucks to help us place rebar, we had benders to help us install rebar, we had an office and all of its functions, to help us install rebar. Even the crews that actually install the rebar could become self important and forget that they would have no rebar to install if there weren’t others making cut lists, placing drawings, purchasing the steel, cutting and bending it, loading it and shipping it. There may have been operations that could have been done differently to the advantage of that single operation but to the detriment of the end goal which was to install rebar safely, correctly and quickly. All of the departments and operations should come together at a time and a place where rebar gets installed on a construction site and when that was done, the customer handed us some money.
What in the world does all of this have to do with a blog about the adventures of a travelling DJ entertainer? It’s about thinking outside of the box. Where does it say in the rulebook that the “uniform” of a DJ is an ill-fitting, tuxedo from the 80s with thread-bare and yellowed collar and cuffs? I say, “What rule book?” If somebody is doing things a certain way than for no other reason than “that’s the way we always do it” or “that’s the way it has always been done” Then you are doing it wrong. From a business standpoint, consumer tastes change, technology advances, government regulations require adjustments, expertise of the craftsman/artist advances, new methods or processes develop. If you don’t get with such advances, you get out of business.
I have several photographer friends who struggle with the fact that because of technology, lots of non-artists can enter thier craft/marketplace and call themselves photographers. It used to be that the price of a professional camera and the related equipment was a barrier to entry. That reality applies to DJs as well. It used to be that the guy that could afford the big sound system and the related equipment could be a DJ. Just about anybody can get a laptop or an ipod, steal music from the internet or a friend and call themselves a DJ now. There is brilliant software available to both photographers and DJs that make our jobs so much easier and such software is fairly inexpensive. I bring this up because for the last decade, I continue to hear passionate and sustained whining about it. One photographer continually drops names of mentor photographers or schools that they were trained at and dammit, they shouldn’t have to compete with soccer mom struggling with debt or husband’s loss of job etc. who decides that because she takes good snapshots, she can be a photographer.
Inexpensive and powerful tools and software are available photographers and musicians now- AND to the general public. It’s a market reality. Complaining about it won’t fix it. Song-writer, Tommy Shaw, from Styx, a favorite of mine says, “There ain’t no putting the smoke back in the fire.”
File sharing (pronounced “stealing”) services appeared in the 1990s and the recording industry was nearly decimated by it. They spent that decade fighting and threatening and alienating teenagers that should have become life-long customers of the recording industry. There is a whole generation of people that now think that music is free.
Another favorite artist of mine, Gary Numan, who was a big seller 30 years ago but sells just enough to make a decent living now notes that his releases are stolen 5 times to each 1 legal purchase. It saddens him philosophically and personally, but he realizes that it is a market reality. Rather than threatening his fans, he does his best to create value in a legal purchase. His last album was released in about 5 formats. A digital download, a traditional CD with a basic printed insert with a few liner notes and lyrics and photos, a deluxe version with some DJ remixes, a super deluxe with the CD, a code for a digital download of some exclusive songs alternate alternate versions, 12″ vinyl remixes, DVD of interviews and promotional videos, and a high quality coffee table book with photos and commentary and each super deluxe was hand numbered and autographed. He created value that couldn’t really be stolen digitally. He will often record HD video of his shows with three cameras and sell DVDs of certain shows that are better than bootlegs but not as good as a major video production might be of a live show. He leaves them raw and largely unedited- he’s not afraid to leave the mistakes in there. Most other “live” recordings by other artists are highly produced and edited and corrected and embellished for release.
Complaints about newbies entering… I started out too. I charged what I was worth. I made some mistakes. Had a few equip failures. Dinner first… ceremony after dark… candles etc…
Dont separate DJ from dancefloor- symetry Hard to connect on weekends
Road trip by the numbers
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 2
1,943: Road miles.
167: Incidental miles- gigs, fuel stops, local errands, detours.
5: Number of days away from home.
1: Packages of Mother’s brand iced oatmeal cookies consumed on the road.
2: Accidents witnessed along the road (One was really horrible- a pedestrian/hitchhiker on the Navajo Reservation got clipped)
2: Imposing geological features that made for a lot of extra miles (The Rocky Mountains and The Grand Canyon)
*,***: How much money I made. (not sharing that, but it WAS a profitable trip)
8, maybe 9: Times I listened to Kraftwerk’s “Expo 2000” I contend that is about the best sonically recorded song ever and it’s full of rich textures juxtaposed against each other and the vocals/robot voices just float right in the center above it all. I was born deaf in one ear so I don’t hear stereo. I can detect where sound is coming from with good surround sound but the psychological phenomenon that happens in the center of your brain when things are balanced, because of monaural disparity, I don’t get that. I can hear/feel the vocals right in the center of my head with this one. Not the greatest song ever, just very well recorded and perfectly mixed.
5: Hotel beds I slept in.
1: Good hotel beds that I slept in. Thanks Hotel Elegante in Colorado Springs- very comfortable.
1: Number of times I listened to The Police “Message in a Box” boxed set. Everything The Police ever released commercially. B-sides, alternate takes, live versions. To hear them go from punk to rock/reggae to producing a half dozen of the best songs of the rock catalogue including the singular best guitar riff in the rock catalogue- “Message in a Bottle.” They did it in 5 albums in just over 5 years. Stewart Copeland, of course, is a member of the holy trinity of drummers with Neal Peart and Todd Sucherman.
471: Fuel cost in dollars.
24: The date that I felt a little tickle in my throat and thought that I might be catching a cold.
27: The date that I had an important DJ job and I really needed my voice.
8: Number of Zinc tablets in an effort to not get sick.
20: Number of Vitamin C tablets in an effort to not get sick. I heard it’s difficult to overdose on Vitamin C and that your body will just flush out any excess that it can’t absorb. I took about 1 1/2 times the recommended dose.
11,158: Highest elevation travelled. Eisenhower Tunnel on I-70 west of Denver CO.
3: Number of instances of traveling above 10,000 ft.
2200: Runners at Pikes Peak International Raceway for the 5k footrace I was playing for.
72: Percentage of those runners who were women.
1200: Number of race spectators and vendors.
I-17, I-40, AZ89, US160, I-25, CO6, I-70, US6, I-15, UT20, AZ98: Highway numbers.
2: DJ jobs.
2: New tires.
6: Times I wondered why I have this or that horrible song on the iPod when listening in shuffle mode.
20: Times I remembered/rediscovered a song on shuffle and said, “I should play that one more often.” or, “I should learn that one on the piano.”
*: How do you put a number on my gratitude to God for the beauty of this land or the times I felt such things?
2: New jobs booked while on the road.
1: Number of minutes it took to think that I might like to live in Vail Colorado.
1: Number of additional minutes it took to change my mind when I considered the 87 feet of snow and the bizillion drinking and partying skiers that descend in the winter.
2: Number of new wiper blades.
80: Favorite speed limit in central and southern Utah.
83: Sweet spot MPH. When the van is loaded with DJ equipment, it has a sweet spot for speed. The engine falls almost silent, any ambient vibrations in the body stop and the van cuts through the air nicely and quietly. It’s not a performance vehicle- it’s a work van, but it’s really cool when it works just right.
4: The number of states that converge at Four Corners. Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah. I hear there are no other states, provinces, nations, territories or commonwealths anywhere else in the world that converge like that.
Class of 1983
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It has fallen to me to work up a play list for background music for cocktails, dinner and then after dinner chat for my Winslow, Arizona, Class of 1983 Thirty-year Reunion. I’m a professional DJ, how hard can it be? Well, my first pass was 9 hours of music and we have only 3 hours- that’s about 45 songs and I had chosen 130. After I looked at what I had put in, some got taken back out because of what I learned on Sesame Street as a child- the thing where you try to figure out which of these things doesn’t belong in a group of similar things. Several songs just didn’t fit the bigger, overall ‘flavor’ after the list was completed. There was still 8 hours of music.
It was interesting to hear a block of music from a time period. We were in high school from 1980 to 1983 and I chose from our junior high years, 1977ish through early college years, 1985 or so. There were country artists, R&B artists, what is now “Classic” rock and what was “New Wave” at the time and some straight pop music that crossed genres. The Cars were one of those bands that your rock friends could listen to and say- “See, I’m listening to some New Wave too” Your New Wave friends could listen to them and say, “See, I’m listening to Rock too” Strangely, the country artists were the ones that didn’t stand the test of time very well. They sounded more dated than some of the others. Eddie Rabbit, Kenny Rogers, Don Williams and others sounded like lightweights. Donna Summer’s “I Feel Love” from 1976 sounds as fresh as ever, I’d say it’s still ahead of its time. I chose Styx’s “Best of Times from 1981. Styx blessed our lives for the most part with the exception of a major misstep with 1983’s “Mr.Roboto”. Best of Times sounds fresh while Mr. Roboto sounds very dated. Gary Numan’s “Cars” was included and it’s a shame that that song was his one hit in America as it is not very representative of his wider body of music. It came off as a bit of a novelty. James Taylor and Neil Diamond had a couple of big hit songs in our high school years but with some hindsight, they seem like artists before our time so they got the ax.
I began my DJ career back when live bands still played most school and church dances. If somebody stuck their head in the door and saw a DJ they would turn up their nose and go find something else to do. It was starting to switch to DJs and I have always tried to take all of the good things that a band brings to the table- showmanship, stage presence etc and add all of the good things that a live DJ brings- repertoire, volume control etc. I tell you that so I can say that my Class of ’83 play list included Doobie Brother’s “China Grove” even though that was before our time but every band who ever played, played that song because of it’s classic guitar riff.
I included The Eagles’ “Take it Easy” because… one should! Christopher Cross’s “Sailing” was included even though it kinda proved to be a one hit wonder. He won best new artist Grammy that year and then mostly disappeard other than a couple of other singles that charted only on the strength of ‘Sailing’ as opposed to their own merit. Sailing still took me right back to Winslow where I first heard it.
There are several songs that are not danceable. I had to think back to those high school dances and what was played. I DJd many of those dances… hmmm… what did I play? I’m a Styx fan and I contend that “Come Sail Away” is one of the great songs of the rock catalogue, but it’s not danceable but that’s not why it wasn’t included- I threw it over the edge in favor of “Best of Times” for this setting since it’s background music. I included other songs that I don’t have occasion to play as a DJ very often. Journey was huge while we were in high school- I chose “Separate Ways” instead of the obvious “Don’t Stop Believing” That song is the biggest downloaded song in digital music history. It’s almost always in ITunes top 100. It’s been played and played and it will probably be on the classic rock radio as my classmates road trip to Winslow for the reunion from points unknown. It has taken on a new meaning and significance than perhaps we REALLY remember it had at the time- even for the two generations that have been born since it was ‘ours’ in 1981. I think that “Separate Ways” will take our minds back to that time and place better than “Don’t Stop Believing” would in this setting. I included AC/DC’s “Back in Black” instead of “You Shook me” for similar reasons.
For good measure, I threw in a few TV theme songs to spice it up. Dukes of Hazzard, Laverne and Shirley, The Love Boat, Three’s Company etc.
There’s still 7 hours of music here. What did I miss? What are the songs you want me to throw the hell off of this list? What are the songs that remind you of your first kiss? Your first beer? Remind you of your friends from Winslow?
Here it is:
ELO- Don’t bring me down, AC/DC- Back in Black, Adam Ant- Goody Two Shoes, Bryan Adams- Run to you, Alabama- Mountain Music, Andrea True Connection- More, More, More, April Wine- Just between you and me, Asia- Heat of the Moment, BT Express- Do it, Bad Company- Rock and Roll Fantasy, Toni Basil- Mickey, Bee Gees- Tragedy, Pat Benatar- Hit me with your Best Shot, Big Country- In a Big Country, Blondie- Heart of Glass, Boston- More than a Feeling, David Bowie- Let’s Dance, Brick- Dazz, Buggles- Video Killed the Radio Star, Cars- Let’s Go, Cheap Trick- I Want you to Want me, Chicago- Hard to Say I’m Sorry, Clash- Rock the Casbah, Christopher Cross- Sailing, Culture Club- Do you Really Want to Hurt me?, Charlie Daniels- Devil Went Down to Georgia, Def Leppard- Photograph, Depeche Mode- Just Can’t Get Enough, Devo- Whip it, Dexy’s Midnight Runners- Come on Eileen, Thomas Dolby- She Blinded me with Science, Doobie Brothers- China Grove, Duran Duran- Hungry like the Wolf, Eagles- Take it Easy, Earth, Wind & Fire- September, Sheena Easton- Morning Train, Yvonne Elliman- If I Can’t Have You, Emotions- Best of my Love, Eurythmics- Sweet Dreams, Falco- Der Kommisar, Fleetwood Mac, Go Your Own Way, Flock of Seagulls- I Ran, Foreigner- Hot Blooded, Gloria Gaynor- I Will Survive, J. Giels Band- Centerfold, Go-gos- We Got the Beat, Hall and Oates- You Make my Dreams, Patrick Hernandez- Born to be Alive, Billy Idol- Dancing with Myself, Rick James- Give it to me, Jefferson Starship- Find your way Back, Joan Jett- I love Rock and Roll, Billy Joel- You may be Right, Journey- Separate Ways, Kajagoogoo- Too Shy, Katrina and the Waves- Walking on Sunshine, KC and the Sunshine Band- Keep it Coming Love, Kiss- I Was Made for Loving you, Kool and the Gang- Get Down on it, Kraftwerk- Pocket Calculator, Cyndi Lauper- Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Huey Lewis and the News- Do you Believe in Love?, Loverboy- Turn me Loose, M- Pop Music, Madonna- Borderline, John Cougar Mellencamp- Jack and Diane, Men at Work- Who Can it be Now?, Men Without Hats- Safety Dance, Steve Miller- Rock’n Me, Motels- Only the Lonely, Nena- 99 Luftballoons, Olivia Newton-John- Physical, Gary Numan- Cars, Ozzy Osbourne- Crazy Train, Pink Floyd- Another Brick in the Wall, Pointer Sisters- Fire, Police- De do do do, De da da da, Pretenders- Brass in Pocket, Queen- Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Eddie Rabbitt- I Love a Rainy Night, REO Speedwagon- Keep on Loving you, Lionel Richie- All Night Long, Kenny Rogers- Coward of the County, Rollin Stones- Start me up, Rush- Tom Sawyer, Saga- On the Loose, Leo Sayer- More than I Can Say, Frankie Smith- Double Dutch Bus, Sparks- Angst in my Pants, Split Enz- I got you, Billy Squier- The Stroke, Stephen Bishop- On and on, Rod Stewart- Do you Think I’m Sexy?, Stray Cats- Rock This Town, Styx- Best of Times, Sugarhill Gang- Rapper’s Delight, Donna Summer- I Feel Love, Survivor- Eye of the Tiger, Thin Lizzy- Boys are Back in Town, Toto- Hold the Line, U2- New Year’s Day, Van Halen- Dance the Night Away, Zapp- More Bounce to the Ounce, 38 Special- Caught up in you.

The Beauty and Value of Fear
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 1
Last week, I had a great pleasure of providing sound reinforcing and music for a giant vow renewal ceremony on Valentines Day in Fountain Hills AZ with Larry James pronouncing the service. This event had the potential to attract 3 or 4 thousand people as they were attempting to break a record for a vow renewal ceremony at 1088. (1087 couples in Miami FL in 2009)
Most of the events that I do are for around 400 people or less. When you have more than that, you need to have a larger sound system and really be moving some air to be heard. I can expand my sound system to accommodate about 1200-1400 people for music and dancing or maybe even 2000 if it is a speaking event where you can count on the crowd being fairly quiet as opposed to dancing and shouting like they would if music were playing. I was a bit concerned after I committed to doing the vow renewal ceremony whether I had enough sound hardware to make it the lovely event that I hoped it would be if they really did attract 4000 people. They ultimately had about 2000 people, 762 couples renewing plus family and friends attending. I think it was certainly a record for Arizona, if not the entire Western U.S.
When I arrived, I was directed to set up my workstation on one side of the stage so as not to block the view of the fountain from the amphitheater off the opposite side of the stage. Even though I was going to set up on one side or the other anyway, I still intended to put a couple of speakers on stands on each side to be above people’s heads and I would have the advantage of being able to rotate them towards the check-in area for announcements in advance of the service. Against my better judgement, I put only 2 speakers on stands, one on each of the far edges of the amphitheater to avoid blocking the view of the lake and the fountain in the background. Another 6 speakers plus a big sub woofer were placed on the ground. As the ceremony was about to begin, the crush of people that gathered around that stage rendered most of the power of those speakers on the ground useless- all of the sound was absorbed in a thousand knees! It was still functional. I walked around the whole crowd and could hear well enough, but it wasn’t the 100% that I would have liked as a sound guy.
I tell you all that so that I can tell you this. Larry James, who performed the ceremony that day, is a local wedding officiant and he also writes books, blogs and does public speaking. We have done a couple of weddings together in the time that I’ve lived in Phoenix and it’s always a pleasure to see him at industry functions and say hello. We had a moment to chat after the festivities and he said he had greeted so many guests, many that had been married by him some time in the past, and that he overspent his voice and he further confided in me that he had been nervous with so many people! I had been a bit nervous too, for other reasons described above. I spoke to the same people, during gathering time. but I was making house-keeping announcements and thanking vendors who had donated goods and services to the event- nobody was really listening to me, but they WERE listening to Larry! Here’s a guy who is well-read, well-travelled, established in his career, adding to expertise from previous careers, handsome brute, fit and trim, well-spoken, respected by the community and his industry, master of his craft. and he was nervous! Isn’t that wonderful??!?
Officiant Larry James and event creator and host Stehpenie Bjorkman and myself.
I’m flattered that he felt comfortable telling me that, but I’m even more happy to know that he felt that. Most people would rather die than speak in public. I enjoy that part. There are other things that make me nervous about a performance. I’ve been a DJ/musician/entertainer for 33 1/2 years now and I know it sounds cocky, but I have invested thousands of hours becoming a master of my craft and I still get nervous going in to an event. I’ve found that if I feel a bit of nervousness, or if I feel some level of worry over some of the event details or important cues, it translates into adrenaline and I do a better job. It adds to my focus and because of the second nature of my abilities, my tools become an extension of my mind and hands and I rise to the occasion. If I’m too comfortable- if it’s an easy event, the customer is flexible and easy-going, the event doesn’t have a lot of details to fuss with… I may not have that extra drive or mental focus or physical adrenaline push to do a good job.
I always put myself through a rather strict quality control regimen for each event. It starts on Monday morning reviewing the events coming up in the next 10 days. Will dry-cleaning for any stage clothes be done and picked up in time? Do I have the specific songs needed and does any music need editing for profanity or anything? Have I checked pronunciations of difficult family names or any other ethnic or religious words that I don’t understand? Were there any needed equipment repairs noted on previous gigs that need to be fixed? (I use a tag out/lockout sticker when I note a piece of equipment not working properly so that I remember to fix it or replace it before the next event) Have I double checked load-in time? Event start time? What sound and lighting equipment do I need to bring? Any freeway closures this weekend? Have I spent some time on any new or unfamiliar music so that I know beats per minute, energy level, how it starts and stops, any dramatic elements? Have I received or arranged final payment for the event?
I used to work in the steel business in LA and the owner of the company had a small plane and we would run company errands in that sometimes. He was in his 70s and had flown for years but every time he sat down in that cockpit, he opened up a written quality control manual and put himself through the paces to make sure everything was working properly and it was safe to fly that thing and that nobody inside or standing near the plane would get hurt.
Now, nobody is gonna get hurt if a DJ messes up a cue, but it’s the difference between good and great. A great DJ isn’t going to miss a cue- at all- ever! The music and the elements of the event are going to be right. I often tell customers to imagine a dry cleaning service- you take your clothes there, they do a great job, they are in your neighborhood, the price is right, they are friendly and conscientious. You go back in 3 weeks, and next month and next year because they are a good dry-cleaner. Then, after many years, they tear something, they stain something or they lose something… you are unlikely to throw them out because you have lots of otherwise stellar history and you could just say, “well, it happens.” (if they are conscientious, they will do their best to make it right anyway.) With a DJ for a big event like a wedding, today can’t be the day that you figuratively lose a nice jacket at the dry cleaners.
How often does one hire a DJ? Once or twice in lifetime? You don’t have a period of years to develop a relationship that would allow a major mistake. It has to be right on event day! The bride has dreamed about this day since she was 9. Mom shed tears of joy as the wedding dress was selected and fitted. Thousands of dollars have been spent on other decor and food and other event professionals. Every effort should be made to put on quality entertainment.
Now, I HAVE played for families or corporations over a period of years in my history with Sweet 16, engagement, wedding, graduation, another sisters wedding, a family Christmas party, yet another siblings wedding etc. Or on the corporate side, a Grand Opening or retail promotion, a corporate awards banquet, a mixer dance after a team-building seminar, then a company picnic, then a holiday party, then another grand opening as they have more success. I have some fiercely loyal customers but just because they have that loyalty doesn’t mean that they always have an occasion to hire me every month like you would use a dry cleaner. I contend that the reason for such loyalty to me is a combination of my personal passion, my love of music and my love of people (and I suppose that allowing myself to feel some nervousness is part of that passion) combined with a dedication to a regimen of providing quality. The events go right!
I thought Larry did a great job that day. It was well-written and expertly delivered, it was humorous, it was emotional and it was exactly the right length. I know Larry had prepared his remarks, edited them and reworked them and had rehearsed them. He said it was 22 minutes in front of a mirror and he came in at just under at 21 minutes. He was on time, dressed, and he delivered a knock out! I’ve been at it for a lot of years and I still get emotional at such things. Standing fairly close to me was a couple in their 70s holding hands. He wasn’t the specimen of male physicality that he had been when they married- I suspect he had perhaps had a mild stroke in recent years. They held hands and looked lovingly into each others eyes and promised to continue loving like that had for so many years already. There were couples that had been married 6 weeks and some for 6 decades. The emotion was palpable!
I hope there is something going on in your life that makes you a bit nervous. If not, are you doing anything important in the world? Embrace the fear and use it to rise to the occasion. I’m glad that Larry was nervous, it added to the magic!

Does what I do matter?
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 2
The topic of the value of background music has been addressed by me in this forum before and I witnessed a prime example of its power at a recent wedding. There was an outdoor wedding ceremony on the second Saturday in January and that should not sound abnormal for people from Arizona but we experienced record-breaking cold temperatures that week. Nights were in the 20s and days were barely reaching into the 50s. Trees froze, pipes burst, one car skidded through a patch of ice on the street near a prominent auto dealership in downtown Phoenix and totalled a Camaro and a Corvette on the lot. They don’t really sell “Winter” coats in Arizona. The cold wasn’t much by Toronto or Minneapolis standards, but it’s something we are not acclimated to or prepared for around here. One young bridesmaid stood at attention and was shivering so severely in her tiny spring dress that I though she might collapse- at least the goose pimples on her arms and legs might have poked somebody’s eye out. I hope it didn’t ruin any pictures, but I gave her my jacket for the 15 minutes of the ceremony because I was standing nearby on sound duty. I walked up behind her and took it back just as the minister was introducing the new Mr. and Mrs. I was cold too, but at least I had long sleeves and long pants… I was glad to get the jacket back too.
I’m telling this story because of an interesting observation. Normally, this golf club would have the ceremony on the lawn, as this one was, and then retire to the patio for cocktails while the family portraits were taken and then the guests are invited inside for dinner and dancing later. Because of the biting cold, the guests were invited inside right away to have cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. I have a small sound system for ceremonies that can be moved to a patio or foyer in the time it takes for guests to make the short walk but since I was switching to my big sound system already inside, I just wanted to put away a couple of microphone stands to have them out of the way of the professional photography. In the 3 or 4 minutes it took me to get inside to start some music on my big system, the entire crowd had made it inside. I came in shortly behind them with a microphone stand in one hand and a couple of cables in my other hand and noticed that they were all whispering like they were in a church. I chided them about it and then loudly and laughingly said, “Let me get some music on quickly so you guys will feel comfortable talking.” They laughed tepidly with me but remained silent until I got behind my workstation and cued a song. It didn’t take but 15 seconds for them to begin talking with their normal voices. It wasn’t even one minute before there was laughter and people gesturing largely with their hands and touching peoples arms or shoulders as they talked. Nobody ever wants their voice to rise above the din. The music masks each voice and people feel comfortable talking.
Please forgive a bit of an off-colored story here- not profane but PG-13 perhaps. When I was married many, many years ago. We were at a family celebration dinner at a favorite Riverside California Chinese restaurant after a graduation or birthday or something. There was lots of shouting and laughter and good times. We weren’t the only ones, it was the attitude of the restaurant and its other patrons as well. The restaurant served a drink called a Double Scorpion that is served in a giant half shell and made to be shared with two long straws. My sister-in-law was sharing that with a man she was dating at the time and the bartender hadn’t really worked it over with the blender as he or she should have and there were chunks of ice that jammed up the straw. My sister-in-law drew attention to that fact very loudly at a moment when the noise level in the restaurant happened to drop off. She shouted, “I keep sucking on it, but it won’t come!” That further silenced the crowd and then it turned to uncomfortable laughter and then genuine laughter- at least at our table. An outburst like that in many other social settings would have been terribly embarrassing for all involved but proper background music would have saved the day.
I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions but it’s kind of a natural time to consider your lives when the people of the world mark the passing of years together. Does what I do really matter? Am I contributing something to society? Am I just paying the bills? Am I doing this because it’s the only thing I know?
I’m so grateful that I’m in a position to say no to customers once in a while- to turn away a difficult customer or someone that is otherwise willing to open their wallet to me but who I don’t wish to work for. I have confidence that I will be working on any given weekend somewhere- but maybe not for THIS customer. Even if I do miss a weekend, it’s not a financial crisis. I can usually weed out the “bridezillas” in the consultation process. I don’t get them often because I think I’ve surrounded myself with conscientious event planners and venue operators that refer me and for whom such people don’t become their customers either. Every once in a while, a bridezilla gets past me but not often. (I say bridezillas, but there are other types of difficult customers in corporate events and any other social occasion and these same thoughts apply.) When one slips through, and this sounds cocky I suppose, but I command enough respect that they don’t act up or press any buttons when I’m working.
Generally, I live life on the importance theory. If the wedding or other event is not important enough to them- such that they will not act poorly during it- it can’t be MORE important to me. That philosophy is tempered however by the fact that my next couple of customers are in that room and I have to act well from a marketing standpoint, contractual standpoint, from an ethical and moral standpoint and, well, that’s what decent people do, they act well in spite of other people not acting well.
I had a bride a couple of years ago that I thought was a real sweetheart. She had been widowed some years before and this was her 2nd marriage and I was really looking forward to her wedding. In the 2 or 3 times that we met to work on details, I started having some doubts. She wasn’t belligerent or anything, but I started to think she may have had a drinking problem or was even using drugs or something. She was really uneven and loopy and even did a couple of embarrassing things that made me uncomfortable. It was way too late to send her packing at this point so I pressed on. In the days leading up to the event, while working on final details, and I mean the little behind-the-scenes details, I learned about several tragedies that had happened in her family and in the extended family in addition to the tragedy that had taken her 1st husband. This was a family that had suffered a lot in the last 3 years. There were accidents, a suicide, disease, loss of employment and there was the blame and guilt and other feelings that go with such things. This family NEEDED a happy occasion and this wedding was it. (She was taking some prescribed drugs under the care of a doctor and they were having a hard time finding the right dosage at the time.)
So how do I help them celebrate this wedding without disrespecting all of the hurt? I remember when Saturday Night Live went back on the air a few weeks after the 9/11 Terrorist attacks. They began the show by honoring those who lost their lives and the brave fire fighters and policemen and then producer Lorne Michaels asked Mayor Rudy Giuliani, “Can we be funny?” Mayor Giuliani said with a straight face, “Why start now?” and the audience cheered wildly. There’s a technique that I learned from an actress that I knew in LA many years ago. She said you don’t ‘act’ drinking a glass of water, you just drink the glass of water. You don’t ‘act’ walking across a room, you just walk across the room. You don’t ‘act’ speaking to your friend, you just speak. You speak the moment. That concept of speaking the moment has really served me well. The concept came up similarly in a Master of Ceremonies seminar I participated in once.
I simply spoke the moment. I allowed a few tears, acknowledged it, but kept it from becoming a memorial service as opposed to a wedding celebration. I helped them know that it was OK. That celebrating and dancing and laughing and feasting and hugging each other and singing along to every word and really getting into it didn’t somehow disrespect the hurt or the losses. Funny thing is that I didn’t really ‘speak’ it. I showed them. I led the way. Each of my announcements and each gesture and every song choice was very calculated and deliberate. I knew my craft and I knew it well. It WAS in every way, the happy occasion that they needed. I hope that it gave them a year or two of fuel towards the healing going forward from that day.
Could a hobbyist or other beginner DJ have done it? Maybe. I look back at where I was 25 or 30 years ago, playing at drunken backyard parties and weddings at the crummy decrepit no-name fraternity hall or wherever and I say no! I didn’t have the expertise to do it. There would have been ended up being lots of tears and there might have been some little accusations and arguments in the lobby and everybody would have left shortly after dinner- frustrated and sad- from a wedding that should have been a happy occasion!
When I play piano at a restaurant or bistro or something, the opening notes of any given song may be met with absolute jubilation. People can be instantly moved to tears by a few notes of a loved song. They are tears of joy, of course. It’s a song that has deep meaning to them. The lyrics of that song got them through a tough time in their life and they celebrate where they are now relative to where they were then. A restaurant experience isn’t the same structured occasion that a wedding or corporate event is, but they came there to feel better about something. It may be on an entirely subconscious level but when they leave they feel better and I contend that it was the music. There are spiritual, mathematical, ethereal components of music that help us rearrange the hurt somehow. It files the hurt further back in our minds somewhere and we either pull some more pleasant memories to the forefront or move the hurt to the back and replace it with the memories of this night instead. Theres a song by Lawrence Gowan about letting go of the past and making way for the good: “Every time I lent a hand, the angels sang some Dixieland. With every hug and every kiss, another hurt dropped off the list.”
Why would a retailer spend $50,000 on a big grand opening celebration with music being the headline feature? Well, because it will add to sales not just at the time but it creates good-will among potential full-time customers going forward. They’ll get every penny of that back in increased sales over a period of time. Why have a DJ at a weeknight retail promotion for several hundred dollars? It creates a bit of excitement, it draws a crowd and then nothing draws a crowd like a crowd. People see others having fun and they can’t allow those people to have MORE FUN THAN I AM HAVING… I GOTTA GET OVER THERE AND BE PART OF THAT CROWD! I played at a retail promotion last year where the sales goal was $127,000 dollars in cosmetics in a day. Store management was monitoring the cash registers at hourly intervals throughout the day and they came to me to tell me that there was an absolute and measureable difference in sales within 15 minutes of DJ music and energetic announcements. Customers didn’t walk by the counters, they danced by the counters and opened their wallets at the cash registers. In a 12 hour sales day, half of the sales were generated while I was playing music in the last 3 hours. Was it worth my professional fee of $800 for 3 hours on a weeknight? Absolutely!
I’m no fan of politicians but after the 9/11 Terrorist attacks, several members of Congress stood on the steps of the Capitol and spontaneously sang “God Bless America” Why music and not some other expression? Was music was perhaps even more universally acceptable than prayer in that situation?
There’s a world-class museum in Scottsdale AZ called the Musical Instrument Museum and I’ve spent about 5 afternoons there in the year that they’ve been open and I still don’t feel like I’ve seen it all. There are historic musical instruments from all over the world and from every ethnicity and nationality. One thread that I’ve been able to discern in my visits is that even in the face of complete oppression or poverty, the people find some way to make music. They’ll use tin cans, sticks, dried vegetables, animal bones, animal skins or whatever they can find. The most interesting instruments and musical styles that I’ve seen there have come from or been born in poverty or because of some tyrant dictator telling a people that they can’t have music. It finds a way!
There’s a story about a farmer who was getting up in years and knew he would soon be “gathered up to his people” as it says in the Old Testament. He wished to bequeath is property to one of his three sons. He proposed that whichever of his sons could fill the barn with any commodity of their choosing could have their father’s life work as an inheritance. The oldest son set about buying up all of the firewood in the region and filling the barn. After a week or so, he exhausted his resources and there was frankly no more wood to be found in the region and the barn was only about 2/3 full. He had to pull the wood out and give the middle son a chance. The middle son set about buying up all of the bales of hay in the county and the region. After about a week, he had exhausted his resources and there was no more hay to be found and the barn was only 3/4 full. He had to pull out all of the hay and make way for the youngest son to have a crack at it. The youngest son felt that after the noble attempts of his two older brothers that ended in failure, that there was no way he would be able to do anything that would succeed where his brothers hadn’t. He went in to the barn and closed the door and sat down in the middle of that big space and lit a candle and he cried. The light filled the barn! And the farmer gave the youngest son all of the inheritance.
There are a couple of brilliant bakers in this town that make beautiful and delicious wedding cakes, but they dont’ “fill” the room. I’ve seen genius event designers bring incredibly colorful and interesting event decor that doesn’t “fill” a room. I’ve seen guests eat a celebration feast prepared and served by the best chefs in the West- and those plates didnt’ “fill” the room. Music always fills the room. All of the elements come together to make a lovely event and it’s the music that ties it all together. Those cold wedding guests, whispering like they were in an elevator, didn’t start celebrating that wedding until music allowed or instructed them to do so.
If you don’t push back the sofa in your living room and dance once in a while, you are missing out on one of the great joys of life. So… does what I do matter? Abso-floggin’-lutely!

The difference between a good and a great DJ
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 2
People often don’t know that they’ve just seen a great DJ, but they sure know when they are experiencing a bad one and it can be excruciating. What often makes it great is not the inclusion of good things but rather the absence of bad. A guest may not have been a fan of a given song, but no song had offensive lyrics. The DJ and music volume were not overbearing, they were just right. The event moved along nicely and the DJ made proper announcements as to what was coming, but it never seemed like an interruption to the conversations at hand.
As you begin planning wedding entertainment, you’ll find prices varying wildly from hobbyists or beginners for less than $500 to respected and seasoned professional DJs for more than $2000. Fast food will get you fed cheaply but do you want fast food at your wedding? The best steak house in town (experienced DJ) is certainly more expensive but it provides quality and expert service more representative of an important occasion such as a wedding.
The minimum expectation for DJs is alarmingly low. “Do you have two speakers? Great! You’re hired!” Sadly, the public has resigned itself to low quality with a shrug and a remark that “It’s just the way DJs are.” Not so.
Great entertainment adds the following: The DJ understands and represents religious, ethnic and family traditions with confidence and respect. Avoids cheesy, clichéd, overused, outdated or off-colored songs, jokes, gags or games. No microphone noise or dead air. Important songs are cued and on time. Family names are known and pronounced correctly. Wires and road cases and any other unsightly equipment is put away or covered. Doesn’t say or do anything that draws attention to difficult event situations. Background music is just under the volume of the talking. Works in concert with other event professionals on site. In advance of the event, he or she returns calls and other correspondence promptly and during the event responds to instructions courteously. Music represents the tastes of the bride and groom and yet other generations, ethnicities and tastes are included. Customer knows exactly what equipment and services to expect and the cost. Lighting is colorful and adds body and motion but it’s not shining in the faces of the guests or making the room spin. He or she is well-spoken and classy.
May your wedding be filled with tears of joy, feasting, hugging, singing and dancing at the hands of a great DJ!

Winslow, Arizona. That was then, this is now.
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 30
“Standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona. Such a fine sight to see! It’s a girl my Lord, in a flat-bed Ford, slowin’ down to take a look at me.” ~Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey
In my travels, and professional and personal interactions with people throughout my life, when the topic of my early years in Winslow comes up, there’s almost always a reference to the Eagles song. It’s just our humanity trying to connect and find commonality. I don’t particularly tire of it. I do resist the temptation myself when meeting somebody from a place immortalized in song or named after a classic rock song- “Hi, my name is Rhiannon” “Oh, like the Fleetwood Mac song…” or “Hi, my name is Lorelei.” “Oh like the Styx song…” I try to ask something that they haven’t probably heard before to engage them and ignore the obvious. I always entertain the Winslow/Eagles conversations that follow, with their insights and connections, but I haven’t heard anybody say anything new on the subject for almost 3 decades now. It’s not clear if songwriter Jackson Browne or Glenn Frey of the Eagles ever really stood there at any time, (probably not) but after this long, they owe me personally all other Winslow citizens past and present a proper Eagles concert.
I paid a visit to Winslow, my hometown, this weekend. Somebody from High School connected with me on Facebook a couple of years ago and then about 8 months ago, I got a call that she always loves to see my professional DJ adventures on Facebook and that she sees that my customers seem to love me and I seem to have some technical expertise as an entertainer and that it’s clear that I also love what I do and that her daughter was getting married and (deep breath) would I come to Winslow and play for the wedding?
Further, for my Christian friends and family and other conservative types, this posting will be rather candid. Not profane at all, but just raw and uncensored. You’ll learn some things about me you didn’t know before and it may be shocking. I’ve left out names but even if you think you see yourself, just know that I love you for the lessons I learned from you.
In English, we would say,”I’m from Winslow.” In Spanish, that would be expressed more like, “The place where I spent my primary years is Winslow” I think that’s actually rather profound since my primary years in Winslow made really did make me who I am- for better or for worse. As I am maturing as a man, I’m mellowing and finding myself hugging people hello more often and allowing people their humanity in a more loving way, I look back and see that so much of the good and bad that is in me started being good or bad IN Winslow Arizona. Of late, I’m just trying to enhance the good and throw as much of the bad over the edge that I can.
Arizona is such a beautiful state! My experience in the Boy Scouts of America and being the son of fellow outdoor lover, Vance Whipple, gave me a great love for this place and I have spent still more time and miles hiking, mountain biking and driving around exploring it. Most people who drive through Arizona may do so on Interstate 10, The Christopher Columbus Transcontinental Highway, through the low desert, or on Interstate 40, largely through the high desert country and they miss the center of the state which is high-elevation, mountainous forest country. It’s a nice and green drive to Winslow from the Phoenix area through national forest lands.
I snapped this pic out the window of the van of the high desert terrain up there.
Here’s a pic of the Little League fields. I never played baseball owing to my defective sports gene but I always hung around with the other townsfolk for a game in the evening. They had a concession stand that had snow cones and a newfangled snack at the time called “nachos” and it was deeeeee-LISH! There was a masonry block restroom that may be the most disgusting bathroom I’ve ever encountered in my 46 years. That one still holds a place in disgustingdom. I’m a man and half the time, I don’t have to sit down to do my business but it was really that bad. The option was to ride my bicycle 5 blocks home and go and then 5 blocks back but I might have missed some of the action.
I saw my first, real, live breast here. A girl had jumped in the water and it popped the top of her swim suit off and she was jumping around and still playing in the water unawares that she had been exposed. A girlfriend alerted her a bit too soon for the boys’ taste. My only regret, at age 14, was that it was THAT (unnamed) girl that was a bit homely and not a model of female beauty and physicality. Why couldn’t it have been that other (also unnamed) girl that I liked who occupied my teenage dreams or that other (unnamed) one on the cheerleading squad? But alas, for a 14 yr old boy, it was a bit of a landmark moment.
This is Jefferson Elementary school. Mrs. Walton for Kindergarten- loved her. Mrs. Allen for 1st grade. Mrs. Murray for 2nd grade- hated her. I remember getting my knuckles whacked with a ruler on more than one occasion for seemingly minor infractions. I also remember this insight at age 7: it was a warm spring morning and we were doing a rather menial exercise that I had already advanced beyond. Mrs. Murray had handed out a worksheet and I remember lifting the top edge of the sheet up and acting like I was reading it but all the while I was scanning my classmates in disbelief, “Is this it? THIS is school for THE NEXT 10 YEARS?!?!” Mrs. Murray had a heart attack that summer and passed away. I was secretly glad. I hadn’t wished it on her but she had clearly passed her effectiveness as a teacher. She was cranky and she didn’t inspire us to learn. Looking back as a man, I was right. Only a handful of teachers ever challenged me intellectually. That sounds arrogant or cocky for me to speak it, but it comes from a place of confidence in saying such a thing, plus, it’s my blog.
Mrs. Ceballos for 3rd grade. Miss Orr for 4th grade. Mr McNeil for 5th grade- loved/hated him. He was a bit of a leftover hippie and, looking back as an adult, he was probably a marijuana user- just a hunch. We’d sing folk songs with his guitar for a few minutes each morning… Crosby, Stills and Nash, The Hollies, Joan Baez, etc. He had a small farm just on the outskirts of the city and there were a couple of lambs born one night and we all took a walk the next morning, after the song time, about a mile out to his house to see the new life. No permission slips, just going and learning about the world. Try doing that today! Lawyers would have a conniption fit!
I was competing in a 5th grade spelling bee and I know spelling pretty well. Even in 5th grade, I had a very good grasp on the English language. My word was “balcony.” Mr McNeil pronounced it as “belcony.” I had him repeat it twice, per the rules, and each time, he repeated “belcony.” I fought my instinct that he was wrong and resigned myself to the thought that that maybe there was a word that I didn’t know. I spelled it B E L C O N Y and was eliminated. I’ve always remembered that and have always regretted not trusting my instincts and I curse him for possibly altering the course of my life! If I had just won that spelling bee, my whole life would have been different.
I had Mr. Cardon for 6th grade and didn’t love or hate him. When it came time for the 6th grade boys to field a basketball team to represent our school he indicated that all the boys would be playing. In spite of my defective sports gene, I dutifully ran up and down the court trying to not ever come into contact with the ball. In spite of my negative contribution, our team went on to compete against other local teams and when we got to the pinnacle of our success, leading up to an important game, Mr. Cardon had the nerve to instruct the team not to throw the ball to me because I was a butterfingers. I took great offense! I would have been happy to sit on the bench and read a book. You force me to be on the team and then complain about my abilities that you knew about going in?!??
This is Washington Elementary. I didn’t attend there but this place was built when I was in high school to replace an older version of itself, if I remember correctly. I’m not sure why, but this picture made me remember a bully I had in my life. I had been teased regularly and assaulted more than a dozen times over the course of the years that I had to cross paths with him. I’ve had a hard time searching my memory, I’m not sure if he moved away by high school or not, but when I put up this picture of the dome, I remembered hearing that he (the bully), was playing around on a construction site during the night- perhaps this one- or perhaps on a construction site in the place he had moved to (I really don’t remember) and he fell to his death. (Post script- a reader indicated that there was, in fact, a death on this construction site and named him to me. He was not the bully. Chalk that up to a couple of stories combined in my memory.)
This was and is Winslow Junior High. My short-lived violin career reached its peak here. Our orchestra travelled to a couple of neighboring cities for festival competitions and we scored “A”s at every stop. I’ve forgotten the music directors name but she was passionate about music and it was a pleasure to perform with her at the helm. Also had a great Science teacher in Mr. Essary and a great Industrial Arts (shop class) with Mr. Gonzalez.
This was Winslow High School. This was built in 1925. It’s boarded up now while the rest of the campus seems intact. I’m not sure what other purpose it could serve but as a school.
Here’s the new main building about a block away. Very POSH!
This used to be the tennis courts. That’s the gymnasium and the weight training center across the way there. When we played tennis as part of the P.E. curriculum, I could never and still can’t get the hang of how to score a tennis match. I think my first paying DJ job took place in that gymnasium. I had no idea that it would become a career, so record keeping in those first few years is practically nonexistent. One of the school clubs was having a fundraiser dance and sent a couple of cheerleaders to ask me nicely to do the dance for cheap- maybe a plate of cookies. I didn’t need a plate of cookies but who could resist the attention of a couple of cheerleaders when you are 16 years old? If any customers are reading this and think that such tactics will still work… OK, go ahead and send some cheerleaders… I”ve always been fond of the Laker Girls-just so you know.
This was and is the Winslow High School football stadium. It’s been renamed Emil Nasser Stadium after a beloved coach and P.E. teacher who made 98 lb weaklings like me into men. He was a good and decent Egyptian man who expected excellence and taught people the skills to get there. (Post script- a reader indicated to me that Coach Nasser may have been a Syrian man. He could have been from Antarctica but that doesn’t change that he was a good man.)
This was and is still the racquetball courts. I don’t have anything to say about this.
The indoor swimming pool. Nothing to say about this either.
This was the Business Education building as part of the high school campus. I learned to type in there. Remember what I was saying about my realization in 2nd grade about not being challenged? I wouldn’t call my typing teacher a challenging instructor, but what a blessing it has been to know how to type quickly and accurately when the world has since gone the way of computers. Looking back, it was my English teacher, Mr. Howell, who gave me a love for the English language and the gift of communication in both speaking and writing and how beautiful it can be. I had him as a freshman and hated him (but still learned) I had him again as a senior and loved LOVED him. He challenged me and I rose to the occasion. Wood shop, metal shop, auto shop, mechanical drawing/drafting and typing, along with music and English were the things that have blessed my life. Sadly, I came out of high school ill-prepared for life in so many other ways. I didn’t know what insurance was, I didn’t know how to balance a checkbook, etc. I wasn’t until 25 years later that I had a brilliant instructor at University of Phoenix here at the Mesa campus that I ‘got’ Algebra.
Here’s the Root Beer Stand. I had my paper routes until I was almost 15 and then I started working here through the rest of my high school years. This was my first wage-earning job. I would get out of class at 11:55 and run down there and work through lunch, then at 12:50, the boss would cook up something for me, I’d alternate between a nice cheeseburger or a taco tangle or a deep fried burrito and eat it on the walk back to school two blocks away. I’d be back at 1:00. School would let out at 3P and I’d work again until they closed at 8P. We’d mop the floors and get the place cleaned up and ready for the next day and be out of there at about 830. It was called the A&W Root Beer Stand back then. It’s called Darrell’s Root Beer Stand now, even though Darrell isn’t there anymore. His son Roland runs the place and Roland’s young son is running around helping out just like Roland did when he was a boy and I was working there. I had a Taco Tangle this week and a helping of chili fries with cheese and a couple of large root beers. They haven’t changed the chili recipe in all these years. I went right back to my youth when I tasted it. I’ve posted on my Facebook page a few things about Winslow on occasion and the commentary almost always mentions the Root Beer stand. If they ever changed the recipe, I’m confident that it would blow a gigantic hole in the space/time continuum.
My Junior Prom was here. This is Bonnie Brennan Elementary School and this gymnasium was brand spanking new at the time. Owing to my nerdiness in high school, I hadn’t intended to go to the prom but I thought that if I didn’t, it would further prove my nerdiness so I asked a girl that I knew that would say yes even though I didnt’ want to go. I had a miserable time because I didn’t want to be there. I think I’ve got a photo buried somewhere that proves that I was miserable.
Here’s a pic of the Elks Lodge in Winslow. My Senior Prom was held here. I’m a fast learner and I thought that I would have a better time at my Senior Prom if I had the hottest girl in the place, even though I didn’t want to go. I asked a girl from the next town that I had met at a church activity. She would be an unknown and mysterious date, she was very good looking, and since she lived in the next town- she was unaware of my nerdiness. I arrived here at the Elks lodge and my arrival had the desired effect, she dropped some jaws, but she also undermined my self-confidence in every other way and I had a miserable time. I was even on a DOUBLE date to take the pressure off, but dating was not my gift and it would not become something that I was any good at for a number of years.
Vargas field where the high school varsity baseball team plays and I think the men’s city league plays here as well.
There’s a geological formation about 4 miles northwest of town called Monkey Rock. I don’t know why it’s called Monkey Rock other than the fact that people go out there to monkey around. I don’t and never have used alcohol, but I know that, of my Winslow contemporaries who do, they probably had their first beer out here.
I stopped for fuel at this Shell station. I-40 came through Winslow in the mid 70s and just like in the Pixar film “Cars” it decimated the local economy. Nobody had to stop on Route 66 anymore. This was one of the first business to move out to service the freeway traffic. One of the largest drug busts in Arizona history took place right here. An alert Winslow police officer saw a wanted man getting fuel and affected an arrest. Sadly, that officer was later shamed for taking prisoners home to do his yard work or even soliciting sexual favors from young female traffic offenders. I heard he served 15 years in prison.
I think that the last time I bought fuel there, the price was less than $1!
Safeway was one of the tenants of a strip mall that opened up to service the freeway traffic on the north end of town. It’s still there.
This Subway sandwich shop used to be home to a video arcade. Any monies not claimed by the Circle K were wasted here. I mentioned addictive tendencies earlier- looking back with some maturity, I was addicted to those early video games too. Video games have come a long way since Pong, but at their core, they can still be addictive waste of money to a teenager. If I had saved $2000/yr from my paper routes, mowing neighborhood lawns in the summer, and my money from the Root Beer Stand, I would have never had to save again!
This place is still a barber shop. It has been since the 60s I think. It was the Smith Brothers when I was a kid. Two old-school barbers that would shave men’s faces with a hot towel and a straight edge razor and they’d stretch your skin out and do it so well that you wouldn’t have to shave again for three days. (I wasn’t yet shaving) I think hair cuts were about $2 or $3. They did one style of haircut and everybody in town got the same one.
Here are a couple of shots of the older Whipple’s of Winslow store on Route 66. The sign is still there but I don’t think there have been any panels in it for years and years. The panel in the middle with the male and female icons doing some shopping have a very 60s/Mad Men-esque quality to them.
Well, for better or for worse, I stood on a corner in Winslow Arizona. Nobody in a flat bed ford slowed down to take a look at me- girl or otherwise. Whether anybody from the Eagles ever actually stood on any corner anywhere in Winslow is kinda irrelevant, they were making the point that they were down and out. It could be any number of places that could make that point in a song, but you gotta admit, Winslow, Arizona does kinda fit the bill. I was never one to wait around for someone to save me. I left Winslow at 4AM on the morning after high school graduation when I was 17 years old. I left Winslow and all things Winslow behind. I regret not nurturing and protecting friendships and family relationships that I should have nurtured and protected. It sounds shocking now as a grown man saying so, but I didn’t know that I was supposed to. Thank heavens for Facebook getting me reconnected with people who blessed my life in the past. I’d like to hope that my contribution will bless their lives going forward. A friend of mine from California actually took this next shot of me on a previous Winslow visit. Note what a great job the artist did depicting a flat bed ford reflected in the window. There’s an eagle perched on the window above and two lovers embracing in the window on the right- it’s just a painting on a wall!
I mentioned my Sunday School teacher from all those years ago. I didn’t see her on this trip, but I saw her a couple of years ago when I was up there for a funeral. I asked what it was that kept people living in such a tough place. Everything that those Mormon settlers said about it all those years ago is still true. It can seem so God-forsaken sometimes. She said that Winslow is a seed bed. There is fertile soil there (good people) and it grows good strong people who then go and do the things that the world needs done. Some of them stay, some come back, some of them go and do those great things in other places.
The great philosopher Popeye once said, “I am what I am and it’s all that I am.” (He also said, “I’m strong to the finish, because I eats my spinach!”) Instead of fighting against it, I just AM. I’m from Winslow- and that fact damaged me terribly in some ways, but in other ways, I don’t think I could have made it through my hard-times without some of the lessons learned there. It’s not always people committing evil acts against us. It’s just life happening to us.
You may not believe this, but the thought actually crossed my mind as I took a day to reflect on my time in Winslow and look at the place of my primary years with more mellow and seasoned eyes- I thought that I could actually live here and make a go of it.

Welcome to Arizona!
Curtis Whipple Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies and Piano Player Curtis Whipple, LET ME TELL SOMETHING, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player, Professional Disc Jockey, Uncategorized Curtis Whipple, Disc Jockey, Master of Ceremonies, Piano Player 1
That’s percussionist, Bopa King Carre from New York City in the left of the shot.
Doing sound check here. That’s electric violinist, Grey DeVio also from New York City listening to himself. I was to be center stage with my DJ workstation, Bopa on my right with a set of Latin drums and other percussion. Grey was to be on my left with his electric violin. I would take the lead as DJ and they would add live elements as the mood/energy presented itself.
Here the three of us are being scolded about how loud it is. (When there are 1000 people in the room, we will be hard pressed to equal the volume that they will be making) We were a bit loud admittedly, but there was an energy level and an attitude about what we were doing that made it seem louder in the middle of the afternoon than it was in reality. Sometimes, I think my stage clothes and leather and chrome boots make it seem louder than it really is. Live acoustic drums don’t have a volume knob. To a certain degree, we had to match those or be drowned out.
This part of the event is actually going to be the “after party”- more of a straight up night club experience from 10P to 2A after the Hoe Down earlier in the evening which I’ll describe next. When the afterparty stage was set up, I unplugged my work station and moved that out to the Squaw Peak Lawn and plugged it into another sound system for the Bar-b-que/Arizona/Hoe Down/County Fair thing they were doing from 6P to 10P.
Side note- Many years ago, when I was still living in LA, I came to Scottsdale AZ for a big grand opening for a regular corporate client. In addition to me, they had hired a couple of local entertainers. There was a trash can percussion band and a belly dancer and a caricature artist if I remember. The trash can band was to go on first. They had filled the stage with barrels, trash containers and various other interesting junk that they could make sounds on. The 3 percussionists had ragamuffin/street urchin costumes that they wore well and they certainly knew their stuff. Several hundred event attendees gathered in anticipation because it did generate some interest. They started the show and within 30 seconds, they lost the crowd. They had no showmanship, no stage presence and there was no amount of cool costuming or interesting gadgets on the stage that could save them or the show. It was a shame because I did enjoy the crazy beats they were creating. The event coordinator shut them off early thankfully. It was up to me to get the event back on track. I played one number at half volume as they were clearing the stage and then I shouted “Hello Friends!” and went into the next track at full volume and I danced and smiled a bit. I had no lighting or any specific stage show, it was me filling the stage with my personal presence. It wasn’t even my music, it was someone elses songs, but it was as if I had turned the switch on for that event. The mood changed immediately to what it should have been for the occasion.
The event planner and the corporate client were telling me early in the evening about a local dance band they had on opening night of their conference/retreat, three nights before, and how good they were and how many people danced and danced. They came back to me later and said, that they didn’t know what they were talking about. They had been pleased with 150-200 people dancing with a great band and a big lighting rig and everything. They had no idea that I could connect with the WHOLE crowd with just my personal presence and recorded music.
The lawn element ended at 10PM and I quickly rolled my workstation back into the gold room and plugged back into the other sound system and lighting rig and they let everybody in 5 minutes later. Everything sure looked good!
I played for about 30 minutes to find the groove and get every body settled in for the long haul and then I introduced Boppa and Grey. It was so good, it almost immediately changed from a dance party to a rock concert. People rushed the stage to feel the energy we were creating. It was at a level that was off the charts! We hadn’t rehearsed anything. We had chatted by phone and exchanged a couple of emails on the subject and had decided on a basic direction to go but we wanted it to remain free-form so that it could live and breathe and respond to the crowd.
I gotta give some love to the best roadie/sound tech/stage manager/wardrobe mistress/personal assistant/right-hand-man in the history of the craft. I couldn’t have pulled off this event without my best buddy, Scott Blood, from Orange County CA. His work was brilliantly intuitive- he just anticipated what I or what the event would need next and he took care of it. He and I were loading equipment at 9AM, rolled on to the site at 11AM, loaded out at 2AM and got back to the shop and 3AM. Even after 18 hours, I didn’t hate him.