Boo.

It was a dark and stormy night…no, wait a minute, it was a warm, half-sunny afternoon. No matter, DJ Spooktacular (aka DJ Lil’ E) had us shaking in our boots–as though we’d been commissioned by our great aunt Mildred’s will to spend the night in a haunted house before getting our inheritance.

 

Wait another minute–wrong again!  We were shaking our booties! Zoinks!  Good one DJ Spooktacular.

According to Ministry, everyday is Halloween.  And while our pillowcases won’t technically be stuff with goodies until next week, what can we say, we’re already in the spirit!   DJ Spooktacular’s scream-inducing mix (we made damn sure the upstairs neighbors knew who to call) only made us all the more eager to put on our costumes!

In the meantime, we had masks and glowstick bracelets: Eyes Wide Shut + rave= sweat, sweat, and more sweat.  Thankfully this guy was absent:

 

Now THAT would have been scary.  This, however, was just scary fun!

 

Thanks for giving us just the right amount of terror DJ Spooktacular!   You ARE the Boogie Monster!

ALSO–Remember that segment 190 North filmed? Yeah, it was that night all the lights and cameras were in the studio.  Well, don’t forget to set your DVRs! Our segment is going to air on Halloween!

The Best 5 Dollar Kit-Kat You’ve Ever Had

It’s that time of year once more…but last night’s mix was way more

than

 

DJ Chelles Belles brought the sweetness in the form of her Inspiration Mix, thus titled as it was intended to bring us all out of our “the-sun-is-setting-before-six-thirty” funk.  Mission accomplished!  We left the studio full of joy–both almond and regular.  A ray of light in our otherwise dark Wednesday night, DJ Chelles Belles hit us with so much inspiration that our hearts exploded (like two dozen times!):

AHHHH!  Not literally!  Gross.  Sorry about that.  On a completely unrelated note, typing “exploding heart” into Google images also brought up this gem:

 

And so I add “Monkey Steals the Peach” to my ever expanding list of awesome potential DJ names.  God I love ninjas.

And now for DJ Chelles Belles chi kung-style playlist:

Dancers Wanted: This Means You!

Dear Women:  DDPP regular DJ ENRG is shooting a DANCE VIDEO this Saturday, and she needs a couple more ladies!  Here’s the info:

 

I am looking for female dancers/ movers for a dance video we are shooting for Coudal Partner’s Layer Tennis Competition Coin Flip (see links for explanation.) The piece will be directed by filmmaker Steve Delahoyde, and we are going for a classy old school Busby Berkeley feel to the piece.  It will be a short 30 second piece performed to a beat–the beat won’t be in the final cut.

The shoot will be Saturday October 23rd at 11am at Coudal’s offices downtown at 400 N. May St. #301.  We will meet, learn the dance, and then shoot until we have the take–I am guessing the whole thing will take only a few hours.

Please let me know if you are available and interested, I would greatly appreciate it!  We can’t offer any money for the shoot, but the video will have an international audience, so it will be great exposure. We’ll have bagels, coffee and water for you that morning.

Costuming for the shoot–please bring black pants/ slacks, black heels and a white tank top. We’ll provide a black necktie or something like it.
We’ll keep makeup simple–mascara, blush and a dark or red lipstick. Hair will be ponytails if long and tucked behind ears if short.

Parking: There should be plenty of free parking out front, either right in front of the building or across May, in front of the beige building. Use the call box when you arrive and we’ll buzz you up.

Ladies, this is your chance to become a superstar!

Or at least have some fun this Saturday morning  If you are interested, shoot us an email and we will hook. you. up.

Word.

Kicking The Power’s Ass

Ladies, when you’re going against the establishment, it pays to stay in shape:

Though I must say, that guy’s form is just this side of atrocious.  TUCK YOUR BUTT IN–unless, of course, you happen to be dancing to DJ O’Hal Yeah’s knock out mix!  Boys beware: this week was all about girl power.  DJ O’Hal Yeah’s ways were extreme, so much so that I oscillated between jumping up and down like an over-sugared school girl and karate kicking at my reflection.  The overall effect was something like this:

I couldn’t help it!  I felt like we were fighting the power–you know, the little voice inside our heads that says we look like idiots doing “the crane.”  Ladies, we were part of something special this week, just as we are part of something special every week.  We are changing the world one booty-pop at a time, releasing a cloud of cosmic goodness into the atmosphere that ripples way beyond the studio.  And anyone who tries to stop us is going to get roger-rabbited.  Oh hell yeah!  Suck on that, male hegemony.  And while you’re at it, suck on this:

DJ O’Hal Yeah, if you were president you’d get elected on Friday, high-fived on Saturday, and make a killer dance mix on Sunday.  Now that’s what I call politics!

Double-Knot Buster

Oh sheeeeat! The dozen plus ladies who made it out to DDPP last night were treated to a mix made of sonic gold! Our dearest DJ Tunerkin drove all the way from Indianapolis to deliver this 24 karat doozy right on time. For those who are new to DDPP, or never made it to one of Toni’s legendarily awesome DJ nights, well I have to say that the woman puts on a good show. DJ Tunerkin RULES!

Lucky for us she didn’t take our her ruler on our asses. But she did spank us into a spunky trance with her global beats and dashing mash-ups! Adding to this spectacle was our dear den mother Jenn Salvatore – who happened to show up wearing sequined jeans, a side pony-tail and a bag of wheat thins (which she danced with and intermittently munched on during the mix). Apparently we don’t need Halloween to get funky-town in this hizzouse. But in honor of it – here’s your den mother’s back in the pre-DDPP era, when they were still man-eaters, and their mantras were “i can’t go for that – noooo (no can do).

Thanks Tunerkin for another memorable mix! You inspired my shoes (which were double-knotted – TWICE!) to bust on open and require re-tying. That’s some talent, woman. For anyone wondering what combination of songs makes bust double-knots? Here they is:

And the happiest of birthdays to you, Libra love!

10/10/10 was a 10!

Some people run marathons, others dance it out DJ Slap! Chop! style in an air conditioned studio!  The unseasonably warm weather didn’t stop us from rocking it out.  We even had a Minneapolis chapter transfer in the mix!  Thanks for the sweaty energy, ladies!

Duuuuude

Between the Gummi Bears, the dancing baby, and the epic tune-age, last night was a little…

But no, time was not moving slower than usual (though the dancing baby was real).  DJ Michelle Leslie Brown just blew our minds (yet again) with an LP style mix of only five songs! She didn’t just push the envelope, she tore it up.  And as a result: WE TORE IT UP.

Now I know the marathon isn’t technically until next weekend, but we went ahead and held ours early.  Let me tell you ladies, dancing for 15 minutes straight is no joke!  Those ten second water breaks between 3 minute songs make a difference.  The good news is that there’s some freaky shtuff on the other side of “the wall.”  Your brain turns off and your body lets loose, and before you know it you’ve been penguin walking for 5 straight minutes.  You switch it up to a Charlie Chaplin, throw in a little Middle Eastern belly wiggle, and round it all off with a cartwheel (and a handstand).

Wait, what?  I know–WHOA.  Good thing we had plenty of snacks…

 

…this mix gave me the munchies!

Walking 500 Miles for Cake…or DEATH!

It seemed like a simple enough question during the warm up: Cake or death?

Cake please (good thing we’re Church of England!) But if someone had asked us again during the 3/4 mark, I’m pretty sure a few folks would have begged for death (in fact, I’m pretty sure someone was…), which in the DDPP world is a good thing.  It means the mix is so damn awesome we can’t help but dance our internal organs into distress!

And that we did, thanks to DJ Cake or Death.  500 miles would have been a cakewalk compared to the speed hump (not to be confused with speed bump) of song #7 (a fantastic ditty that DJ Cake or Death picked up from–where else?–a drag show.  I’d never heard it before, and after some investigating I will forever be wary of seemingly simple trips to the grocery store and the Easter/condom bunny…)

But hey, the choice was ours, and we were determined to have our cake and eat it too, even if it meant a diabetic coma!  All that sugar felt so good, we almost missed the creamy center of this mix: a hidden theme!  Though I must admit, given the fact that DJ Cake or Death will become DJ WEDDING Cake or Death next weekend (congratulations!), the last fast song had me wondering.  Take a gander and see if you can figure it out:

Think you know it?  The answer is: the good, the bad, and the ugly of love, sex, and relationships.  To be sure, there was nothing bad or ugly about this mix!  It was a message of love for sure.  As was the DJ’s name: chosen in honor of her sweetie, who is a baker that loves Eddie Izzard

Good luck getting hitched, DJ Cake or Death!  Though I don’t think you need it.  Sounds like he’s your Mr. Right.  It isn’t too late to rewrite some of those vows: for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, cake until death do us part.  Aaaaaa-men!