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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"I’m on my dinner break from work. I drive home. I eat something. I want to lie down, but instead, I’ll tell you a slightly amusing story that in no way has anything to do with meerkats. Which is too bad, because I think meerkats are funny.<\/p>\n
Over a year ago I DJ a wedding. I have to rent the speakers for the occasion so I go to the same place I rented equipment for the previous wedding. It’s just a couple blocks from my home. Since the wedding is a three-hour drive south of LA and begins in four hours I don’t have time to double check the equipment.<\/p>\n
I find the place, which is a good forty-five minutes of twisty road off the highway and begin setting up the equipment. I plug in the mixer, I plug in the turntables, connect the wires, connect the left speaker, connect the right sp– Uh-oh. The guy at the shop gave me the wrong adapter. With horror I realize that there’s no way I’m gonna abe able to connect that right speaker. And we’re an hour from the nearest McDonald’s, let alone the nearest Radio Shack. And it’s a dry wedding (actually only half-dry–it’s a story unto itself. I’ll tell it later,) so there’s no way for me to directly administer first aid to myself.<\/p>\n
Then I figure out a way to connect the left speaker to the right speaker directly. That’s a compromise, but it’ll have to do. Both speakers play music, but only the left half of the music, effectively rendering useless any Beatles or jazz I might have brought along. A few audiopiles pick up on that, gleefully, I might add, but for the most part, no one notices.<\/p>\n
Back at the shop the guy is embarrassed beyond words. He says that the next time I rent something he’ll give me a big fat discount. Of course, there is no next time. But a few days ago I drop by to pick up a record bag in preparation for Wednesday evening. We get to talking. he says I look familiar. I tell him I rented some equipment a year ago.<\/p>\n
“How did it work out?” he asks.<\/p>\n
“Well…”<\/p>\n
And he remembers the incident. Again, he’s terribly embarrassed, and he says, “Wait right here.” he hurries to the back of the store and returns with a brand new record bag for me to have. On the house.<\/p>\n
Which is kind of funny, because I just bought one from him 27 seconds earlier.<\/p>\n
But he’s a nice guy, and I always say, you can’t have too many record bags.<\/p>\n
Um…end of story.<\/p>\n
Unless you still want some meerkat action:<\/p>\n
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I’m on my dinner break from work. I drive home. I eat something. I want to lie down, but instead, I’ll tell you a slightly amusing story that in no way has anything to do with meerkats. Which is too bad, because I think meerkats are funny. Over a year ago I DJ a wedding. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44,15,30],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hollywoodland","category-life-in-hollywood","category-stories"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t