The Circuit's Grande Dame has just about had it with
someone's bad behavior...
Today my precious peeps marks what I will call the beginning of a DILEMMA. Just when you think you have everything you need in this big world, you find you are completely wrong. I have never had much need for anything larger then my HUMMER and maybe my little puddle jumper Sofonda One flying at 35,000 feet and crammed with a few hundred of my favorite go-go boys, but recently I found even THOSE toys are entirely too small. I work hard for my goods, yet others feel entitled to have them. I realized this clearly during my fantastic trip to Miami for White Party Week over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend.
I had decided to scratch my entire planned Thanksgiving festivities and start a new tradition of entire days at the beach and lots of sleeping. So there I was asleep in my epic penthouse suite in Miami when all of a sudden this screaming, loud, obnoxious singing starts and continues until I awake. I rip off my eye mask, align my twins in my bra, throw off the twins on top of me and fumble around for my screaming iPhone 5 (yes, there are two in the world and one is mine...) My dear friend Emilio was on the other end telling me that he and wife Gloria (as in Estefan) would not take no for an answer. I had three hours to get myself primped and painted in holiday regalia and then take my pounding head, sore feet and all the rest of me to their lovely home on Star Island for some Cuban turkey. After the long day of friends and eating (and of course some “Do Tell” moments with a couple of band members!) I gathered myself and headed to South Beach for a nightcap. Since it was Thanksgiving and all of the fun was going to start on Friday, I decided to head to Twist, where I twisted off one or two or three (ok well maybe four) very dirty martinis made just the way I like them. Just like I like my men. Dirty, wet and ready to slide down Mama’s throat. But I digress.
Friday’s White Party at the Miami Seaquarium was to say the least exciting and new. The whole VIP and Uber VIP thing was quite interesting and of course as an UBER VIP, I was just fine! The early music by Joe Gauthreaux (the sexy hot stud muffin) was fun but when that Italian masterpiece DJ Pagano FINALLY took over, it was a delight for everyone! He certainly makes Mama’s tatas shake, our teeth rattle, and well, the rolls weren’t all that bad either...From what I could tell, everyone was bouncing, shaking and moving right along with me. I hear there was some sort of after hours at the Hilton, I believe they said, but I never heard anything else about it. Besides, the REAL after hours will ALWAYS be in my penthouse suite as party celebrities and VIPs join in the fun until damn, there came the sun...
On Saturday and once I arrived at the pool party, it was loaded with hot men, scantily clad just the way it should be. DJ Kio Kio ripped it up and to an apparently happy crowd.
At Saturday night’s event at Mekka, the standard was set even higher for future weekends because WHO KNEW…the Bugie, Jack Chang and Wayne G. combo made history and kept everyone in a total frenzy all night. The crowd stealer for the night was Jack Chang, however. He was the star and the crowd kept him spinning long after the other two had closed up and people were kiki’ing well into the morning. It’s just what a Saturday night has needed in Miami for a long, long time.
Now here comes Sunday and the day I have been waiting for all weekend. DJ Michael Tank and DJ Gustavo Scorpio took the helms at Muscle Beach. Michael’s opening set was just enough to make Mama squeal with delight, but darling, the second half came around and Gustavo, that Brazilian remixer and excellent kisser, insured that my outfit for the day remained entirely soaking wet from dancing.
Now here’s the juicy stuff. Gustavo joined me for some good times and I spent the next five days shopping with the Brazilian beach party DJ Master and God. As we shopped and chatted, he would continuously receive text messages about his set. Then, he received one from DJ Master Beater himself saying that he had wanted to visit him in the booth but it was “too well guarded”. Gustavo turned to me and said, “No it was not and if he had really wanted to see me, why wouldn’t he speak with me when I was standing next to him in the VIP area?” As we continued shopping, another email pings in from this same DJ who now demands two of Gustavo’s unreleased tracks. Isn’t it odd that this DJ has never met him, never spoken to him but can ask for something from him and then continue to ask over and over again. “INBOX” read Gustavo’s Facebook wall from the pesky and apparently entitled one. No communication had ever taken place between the two. Our shopping continued until we had to reserve our very own truck just to ship out our goods. A big, big truck.
You might think this would have been the end of the emails for free music handouts, but now the pesky one asked not one, not two, but THREE other DJs to call upon Gustavo to give away his not yet released music productions. I mean really...doesn’t he know that sometime you can’t share things with the general public just yet? He could care less because by his own admission, and in a final email, he stated that he had stolen the track he needed from a podcast in an email boast, flaming anyone he could along the way. A podcast promoting a not-for-profit event.
I do recall that this was the exact issue DJ Master Beater had experienced once before when the record labels came after him for what could only be described as copyright infringement of intellectual property. Now I am no attorney, but I hear it cost a pretty little penny to make it go away. I guess a Leopard can’t change its spots even if it is the true end of the world for this obsessed fan of Gustavo’s music. There’s no one left to save his world. The Party’s over! It takes so much more talent to produce the music that the people like this character simply push play to present and my sweet Gustavo is popping original tracks out faster than a welfare mom having babies in Mississippi.
OK! OK! I have to get going as the beach is screaming my name and so are the men waiting with Mojitos for my red flaming head to return. Until NEXT time, my little CHA CHA Queens I am out of here. TATAS are in order.
P.S. Congrats to DJs Ralphi Rosario and Abel for the Grammy Award nomination! Sofonda will see you on the Red Carpet in a few weeks!
XOXO,
