So you wanna be a DJ?

It's been a long time since the Chops dJ'd anywhere. He made his comeback in a mall. Yes. A mall. A mall 45 minutes outside of Manhattan in a place that was totally out of place. Opus music theater and restaurant held an unassuming theater and bar behind what looks like a music store.

The concept was kinda weird, but if this back space was transplanted to midtown, it would be huge! Nice bar, open dancing space (if they ditched some tables) and good food. So, in hopes to bring people in, they brought in a NYC DJ. Too bad it sucked.

Jukebox is what I'm calling DJs who spin lame spaces/parties. Instead of going with what the DJ chooses to spin, people request songs. They hired an Old Skool DJ to play a mall crowd.

So, enter modern technology. Thanks to the ipod and headphone adapters, anyone can dj anywhere. Set an iTunes playlist and you too can DJ. So when Paco runs to Radio Shack as the gates were closing to buy that adapter, you can't question the man's love for some Reggaeton and you have to let him play it.

Through this, we found that kids today have no idea who EPMD or Rakim is and don't care. At least one thing I can say about my generation is that we liked the stuff that was on the radio...mostly cause it was good....but we know where the influence came from. We listen to what created what we love.

But enough ranting. Here's some photos.