Deejay Night at Fig

Wednesday is deejay night at fig. We're a moderatly intelligent crew and some of us enjoy the sport of mixing it up with eachother on a weekly basis. Being a deejay ain't easy. We are by choice at the center of attention in either the club, a party or a special event. This center may be a hoot but frequently it is rather chaotic and sometimes upsetting. Wednesday night is where we practice with eachother. We listen to music, tell stories and complain. We still do that... and more. We schedule. We negotiate. We vision, role play, train, clear, argue, share and engage. The agreement we have is that Wednesday night is the gig without the music, it's just the gig without music, simple. How would a deejay communicate without music and her rig. Try it. There is lots happening with us under all the music. Feelings, resentments, attractions, vendettas, fights, misunderstandings, projections, transferences, games...just like real life. We learn how to understand and articulate the dynamics of our selves, our group and the community. The smarter we are the better our choice of cut and behavior. Our art and our consciousness expands resulting in more beautifully alive rooms, robust dancefloors and compelling and provocative events. Imagine a room without music, without fashion, without alcohol, without lights, without food and without a roof. Naked souls looking around. What happens between the people? Wednesdays are our experiment, our lab, our petri dish, our crucible. A regular time and space where we work through stuff, take it to ourselves and create from scratch. We are better deejays because we take the time to understand ourselves first.