Gain a son / lose some teeth.

Sometimes in the excitement of seeing your son &/or daughter getting married you perhaps go over board. This doesn’t always mean over indulging in alcohol. Sometimes it means in your dancing abilities. One FOB {Father of the Bride} was ripping it up on the dance floor and decided to take is moves upwards onto a nearby table. Everyone was laughing at this would be Tony Manero (John Travolta’s character in “Saturday Night Fever”) as he danced wildly on the table except the staff at the hall. They quickly told one of the nearby guests to please help him down from the table – quickly. As the guest extended a helping hand to guide the dancing man down he was shunned and was told, “It’s my daughter’s wedding and I’m dancing for joy!” The helpful guest reached out once again, grabbed a hold of the FOB’s arm and gave him a tug. The round, folding banquet table buckled and down came dear ole Dad smashing his face loudly on the dance floor. Not missing a beat he took a swig from the beer bottle he had clutched in his hand (which he did not spill a drop of during his descent) swirled the frothy beverage around in his mouth and spit out the bloodied mixture along with a few teeth.

At the end of the afternoon he came over to say goodbye and to invite me to the after party at the family house. I couldn’t help but notice his white tux shirt stained with blood and a slight lisp in his speech now.

Pass the cake - literally!

As many of you have seen at weddings that you’ve attended some brides & grooms have taken the tradition of cutting and serving the wedding cake to one another to a whole different level. Here is a tasty slice from the road.

I remember the cake vividly. It had off-white frosting with orange piping and stood three levels high. I took notice of it because I had to navigate around it with every load of equipment I brought into the hall. The bride looked lovely in her white gown and her groom was wearing a light gray tuxedo with an orange cumber bunt and matching bow tie. They asked for the traditional “The Bride Cuts the Cake” song. I start the song and everything is going great until it’s time to serve one another. The bride is the first to do to the feeding and she starts off delicately only to end up smashing the cake in her new husband’s face to wild cheers from family & friends. Now it’s the groom’s turn and delicacy is out the window. He winds up like Jonathan Papelbon and throws a sugary fastball right at his wife’s face. She is blasted and a little stunned. Once again the cheers are heard from all in attendance and everyone seems to think that it’s over but it is most certainly not. The bride reaches down, grabs a handful of cake from the upper layer and chucks it at her husband and with her follow through smears the white & orange frosting all over his tuxedo. A frenzied melee ensues and by the end of it; both bride & groom are covered in cake & frosting and the guests are left with no dessert. I can only imagine how the groom explained the situation to the tux rental shop.

How It All Began

People often ask me how did I get into this line of work. What I tell them is that ever since I was a young boy I have loved music, all kinds of music. I used to listen to my parents albums all the time. Eventually they started to buy me my own records. When I was in high school I heard that the senior class was trying to plan a Valentine's dance. By this time I had a good collection of albums and 45 rpm's so I volunteered to help with the music and I also happened to know a bit about hooking up stereo equipment. After that fateful night I was hooked. I soon convinced my parents to allow me to buy some DJ equipment of my own and off I went. I started to do all of the school dances. The money that they paid me went towards buying new music. After high school I started to do private parties and weddings and I haven't stopped.

While attending college I spent a summer at the Connecticut School of Broadcasting where I learned how to be a radio DJ. I received my FCC license and started to work at some small radio stations in the area. Being on the radio was great but it wasn't that same as being face to face with people. There is something special about seeing a group of people getting together on the dance floor and having fun.

It's been twenty five years now since that fateful day and I have been a part of hundreds of functions of all different types and sizes. I have traveled all over New England, from the shores of York, Maine and Cape Cod to the busy cities of Boston and Providence, RI. I have been at elegant weddings and relaxed backyard parties and everything in between. I have met thousands of people throughout the years and I have a million memories.