A dry-cleaned security blanket

I think emcees tend to have a special connection to certain things in this business. Yeah, those DJ's won't let you go near the mixer (Strato has good reason to keep me away from his) but I have two things I'm particular about - my microphone and my suit.

Only MY microphone can project my voice the way I want it and only my suit fits the way I want myself to look in front of 100 new faces every night. It's like a dry-cleaned security blanket.

Before my purchase of a new suit today, my old pinstriped black one had been through a lot.

Let's see...its been through a few wedding receptions, countless Sweet 16's, plenty of dinner dates (that includes two break-ups), first communions, confirmations and hell...I even fell asleep in that suit a few times.

Every time I'd suit up (once again, pun intended) for a gig or a family function, those memories would come rushing back. Glance into the mirror, spike up the hair and I'd remember the first time I entertained at a wedding, my grandma's funeral, when my sister made confirmation, the time Strato lost my tie at a Sweet 16, and of course - my favorite first date.

And just like going to confession, getting a suit dry-cleaned was like starting over again every week. (if you get the Bronx Tale reference in that sentence, you're alright in my book)

But sometimes you gotta let go and go for a new look. Half-inspired by a new Hurricane Productions website and blog, I figured it was time to let go and buy a new suit.

So out with the old (not to say those pinstripes won't see another performance) but in with my new gray pinstripe look for now, at least. Time to make new memories.

Always Classy, Always Fun,
Vin DJ