As I mentioned, I was working part-time in the Spawell Complex and one evening got chatting to a DJ who was playing a 21st Birthday party in the Loft while giving him a hand to get his gear upstairs. He invited me to call back up after my shift, and we hit it off. Over the coming months if he was playing, I would call up for a chat after work and look after the decks while he hit the toilet or took a break. Out of the blue one Thursday I got a call asking if I could DJ a 21st the following night in the Spawell as there had been a double booking and the company was short of DJ's. Needless to say, I said YES! and then set about panicking massively for the next 24 hrs. The gear was setup when I arrived (Thank God!) and thanks to the collection of music I had put together and a few panic buy CD's on Friday afternoon I somehow managed to stumble my way through the set. Loving every minute of it! The guy who collected the gear turned out to be the owner of the company, and I was added to the roster of Pat West DJ's.
Over the coming months I got to DJ 21st's in local GAA clubs and even got to play a few bars including The Yellow House and The Big Tree among others. I memorably got caught out with a mixed up booking one night and turned up to what I thought was a 21st but turned out to be a 60th Birthday Party. Darude, Sandstorm was not a given crowd pleaser that night! I was really enjoying it however as the Leaving Cert was approaching I had to concentrate on school etc. etc. and I took what I thought at the time was a break. As these things have a way of happening outside of the odd family event DJing took a bit of a back seat, and while I still listened non-stop to music, I had no real interest in DJing at 21st parties anymore. I stuck to messing around at home on my decks and picking up the odd record.
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Fast forward to 2015, and I'm 33 years old with a fantastic other half and two brilliant kids. I had not even been to a nightclub in a couple of years when again out of nowhere I was floored by a John Digweed mix. I noticed that he was due to play the Button Factory shortly and without thinking booked two tickets straight away. I'm sure the Mrs was a bit taken aback to find out she was going to a Digweed night out of the blue, but I'm sure she would agree now it was a brilliant, brilliant night in The Button Factory. Honestly, I was seriously nervous about going to the gig. Would I be the oldest person there? Would I stick out like a sore thumb and look like some weirdo? The answer to all the above is very much no.