How We Met

I know I said Tuesday.....sue me.

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me
On the regular, not a church girl she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her-Common “I used to love Her”

When I was 10 years old my family was stationed in Ft. Bliss Texas. One of my aunts whom I will call Beau”T”y because of her love for fashion and ability to create one of kind outfits for us, came to live with us. Although at the time I was 10 she and I were very close, as my stepfather is much older than all of his siblings. (She’s only about 9 or 10 years older than me.) Anyway, she met this guy who was a dj and the three of became inseparable. She used to take me to all the little house parties, she actually introduced me to Slick Rick, Scarface-as a solo artist, Mc Hammer, Common, just a mass variety of music that I honestly had no clue about at 10 years old.

I remember the first house party she took me too, I felt so fly. She had made me these custom “Hammer Pants,” they were white and had black music notes and clef notes all over them. Man I was hot. Ft. Bliss is actually near the Mexican border so all the Mexican kids were always hanging around near Base and man they were diggin’ my threads lol. So anyway, we get to the party and it’s like my eyes were opened to something I have never seen before in my life. No black, no white, just music.

Mr. Dj takes Beauty and I up to the Dj area. I was amazed. My aunt proceeded to hit the dance floor. But me, I wanted to see him work. He told me:

“ these are technics two 1200 and this thing in the middle is the brain..the mixer. If anyone ever tells you to buy something else, don’t listen. Go get a chair, and sit here.”

He plugged in a spare set of headphones and I proceeded to learn how to make love to a crowd. That was my first hit and instantly I was an addict. Weeks went on and I went with Beauty and Dj to all kinds of parties at the YAC (youth activity center), and anywhere else. He taught me how to mix, how to match beats, even made me carry equipment because if I dj’d one day…I would have to learn to carry own stuff. No one is going to do it for me. He even got me my first set of tables and a mixer the Gemini’s they sucked a$$ but what do you expect for 99.99 he got the mixer, tables, and headphones, all in one box but he told me if I wanted to learn I had to crawl then walk. (This is the exact set up, although it's in storage..I still have it.)

A few months past, and by now I am dj’ing and I loved it. Dj-had taught me so much except that life sometimes isn’t always as it appears. Despite being a soldier he was also a drug dealer and got caught up in some things that resulted in him doing 20 years in prison…me and my aunt went to court everyday that summer to support him. When the judge said 20 years with no parole. I was devastated. A few weeks past and his brother came by our house. He handed my aunt a letter and told me he had a package. It was the Technic 1200’s and the brain and a note, looks like I won’t be using these for a while. I still use those 12’s to this day and I always remember…how we met.