Welcome Phoenix to the Starsounds DJ blog! 2009-02-03

Welcome visitors!

This is the first post of the newly-created StarSounds blog.  Yaaay!! I hope to provide you with additional info on our services and a more personal look at your DJs. I’ll post a recap of each gig we do to give you an idea of what we go through each night.

Remember to give us a call at (480) 232-9401 or send us an email at info [@] starsoundsmusic.com any time you’re looking for a Phoenix dj for weddings, birthdays, corporate events, or anything else.  Of course you can visit www.starsoundsmusic.com to find out more info.

So leave us a comment and let us know you were here.  Suggestions, recommendations, and insults are always welcome.  See you around!

Joe Lagravinese

DJ/Emcee, StarSounds Music

Wedding at the Mesa Holiday eeen 2009-03-21

Last Saturday was yet another wedding in lovely Mesa AZ.

The bride and groom were a young couple recently graduated and pursuing their careers in engineering. I went around to each table and asked how many people were from Intel and I got just about a 100% success rate at a few of the tables. As an engineering grad I know how important it is for us nerds to stick together.

A met a very nice photographer, she used to work for a Phoenix women’s magazine. Just one of the few people who are a result of recent cutbacks these days. She asked me at the beginning of the evening if I could help her take apart one of her tripods-how could I resist showing off my brute strength? Unfortunately the piece that she was trying to remove just would not budge and luckily I had my sweet Leatherman Skeletool to help me out. But alas, even with my trusty gadget I could not prevail. Damn camera equipment.

The evening progressed rather quickly as we got all the traditional events (bouquet, cake, etc.) out of the way right off the bat. Afterwards it was dancing dancing dancing! And singing singing singing! I love the drunk singing crowds, they are seriously the easiest people to please which means the best people to entertain. That is, unless you get the belligerent drunks who take your microphone hostage if you don’t play Jessie’s Girl for the fifth time. But I only had the happy drunks this night

Overall, I felt the evening was a success especially since it felt like it went by so quickly. By the way, if you are wondering, I did play Holidae Inn.

Joe the wedding dj, windscorpion wrangler, and conqueror of pink eye 2009-05-20

Scottsdale has some really nice backyards. This wedding was in one such backyard. Let’s put it this way, if you have a batting cage in your backyard, you’re just cool. I don’t care who you are. You’re even cooler than Derek Jeter.

So why do I keep harping on this batting cage? Well because that was my domain for evening. Yes, they used the batting cage as a dance floor. It was great. The only thing that would have made it the best dance floor ever would have been if they had the pitching machine up and running during the dancing. I knew I should have brought my Louisville.

Once set up, I started the cocktail music, a simple mix of Dave Matthews, Jack Johnson, and every other balding artist found in the adult contemporary genre. No, I’m not knocking these guys so all you thirty-somethings about to throw your cocktails at me, just relax. DM and Mr. Johnson are wonderful artists, I’m just jealous. We can’t all be as eclectic and cute as them.

We then did dinner and the first dances shortly after. Then the dance floor opened.

It started slowly at first with some Sinatra and Dino, then some Stones and Three Dog Night, and finally once I put on Paper Boy’s Ditty, the dance floor remained full until the end of the night. I love drunk people. Especially the ones who get the crowd going with their beautifully awful renditions of Boy Named Sue and Total Eclipse of the Heart. Just beautiful. They make my job so much easier.

I ended the night as usual with You Shook Me All Night Long and then everyone went and jumped in the pool. As I was packing up I saw the biggest termite I had ever seen in my life. Except it wasn’t a termite. I looked it up later and determined it was a windscorpion. Nasty little things. I trapped it in a cup and tried to take a picture but to no avail. Damn crappy cell phone cameras.

The day after, I woke up with a little more crust in my left eye than normal and by the end of the day my eye was nice and crimson. Since I refused to go through the wonderfully convenient joys of conjunctivitis I didn’t wear any contacts for the next two days and washed my hands every chance I got. By Tuesday my eye was normal color. No spreading to the other eye and no super-glued eyelids. I am Wolverine.

I attributed the infection to all the delicious looking alcohol glasses left on my table that I had to clear away. I must have pulled a Shaq and touched the rim. I don’t know what that means. I hate basketball.