hey bro...sorry it took so long...but ive been sick and on top of that promoting 6 days a week, 10 hrs +. i hope its ok. i''m not a professional writer ya know.......peace bro.


The morning arrives with the waking of the sun. Well, that's the beginning of the day for most people. For promoters, such as myself, that is when the day ends and its time to go to bed. A lot of people don't know exactly what promoting is like and how parties get planned and how every crew tries to make the best party you've ever been to, or at least the most memorable. There is a lot of work involved and I am writing to give you, as a reader and fellow partier, a feel of what its like behind the scenes.

Every afternoon I wake up, and start preparing the day at my so-called office. Since I don't get to sit behind a desk and type like most office jobs, my office is my car and the places I go. The crew I work for has an official office, however that is where meeting and paperwork take place. At around 1:00 p.m. every afternoon I manage to drag my tired and sore body out of bed. By 1:30 Im ready to make a call to the real office and get my assignment for the day. I receive my duties with nothing but happiness, even though they may be rough on my already tired body and the mileage on my car, because I know that I'm out to work my hardest and meet new people all over southern California.

I am very fortunate to be able to meet people from San Bernadino and Pomona all the way down to Hollywood and sometimes Orange County. I get into my car praying that it doesn't break down. My car isn't the most reliable piece of work ever built. I throw in my hardcore tape to get me pumped and ready to get on my way. Thats when my 10-18 hour work day starts, depending on the day of the week. Driving to Hollywood three times a week is a fun and enjoyable ride. I listen to the bass coming from my speakers as I sing along and speaker bang in my car to some gabber. By the time I get to the office on Hollywood and Vine, Im a refreshed person because my music helps me to get most of my frustration and tiredness out. I park in the empty parking lot and go into the office. I also realize that this is my last few minutes of freedom for the next few hours, I am now on someone else's time, not my own.

I grab my box of a few thousand flyers and make my way into the working people's world. A full tank of gas and some food and I'm out to meet people and convince them this will be the most memorable party they've ever been to. Today I was picked to promote near my home in South Bay during the day, and go back out to Hollywood at night. So, I hop back on the freeway and drive all the way back home.

I make my way to the beach where a lot of clubbers and party kids hang out, in the sand and on the pier. I don't hesitate to go up to the first person I see to hand them a flyer and talk to them. As a promoter I prefer to talk to the potential parties about the party than to just hand them a flyer and walk away. I talk with a guy in his 20's for about five minutes, then make my way to someone else. I have a feeling that I have done my job with that guy because he says that he and his friends will be there for sure. The same process continues throughout the day as I go from city to city. I traveled about 50 miles already and the day hasn't even begun.

I head back out to Hollywood at around 8:30 p.m. for the weekly planning meeting. In this meeting the talk is about progress in promoting, what we need to do to step it up, how much time we have left, and where else we need to hit harder. Then all the promoters get together and decide where they will be that night. Once again, off I go, into the cold Hollywood night.

The temperature has dropped into what feels like 40 degrees. Its a clear night outside of Club Blue on Las Palmas. I stand outside of this spot for the rest of the night until after-hours is over at 5:30 a.m. I make new friends with some of the promoters from other crews and share some jokes and stories with them. One thing every promoter has in common is the knowing that in the end all the long, tired hours and stressful work will pay off... when their party is the talk of every partier within a 100-mile radius.

Finally, the last person for the night gets the word and passes it on to other friends and party hunters. As I get in my car and drive back home down the 110 freeway...the sun shines on my face. I worked one of the longest shifts I've ever worked and also one of the coldest. I pull into the driveway and take five minutes to get out of the car; I'm so tired. Time to go to bed for a few hours only to wake up and start all over, with new people to talk to and new places to go.

This process continues six days a week until the party is here. Every full-time promoter has committed there lives everyday until the party comes to make sure that every person possible knows of your party and has plans to come to it. Well, I hope I gave you a better understanding of the behind the scenes work. I encourage becoming a promoter. It's a totally different, but great, experience. And remember: party hard, be safe, live life to the fullest, keep it real, and bring the noise. PEACE!!