<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:32:03.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Doug's DJ Corner</title><subtitle type='html'>DJ Tips and Advice from DJ Doug</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-115975053561181998</id><published>2006-10-01T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:36:01.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Nice Guys Have to Finish Last?</title><summary type='text'>Do Nice Guys Have to Finish Last?You've heard the expression a million times. "Nice guys finish last!" But it doesn't have to be that way. I've always thought of myself as a nice guy. I like it that way. I am comfortable with who I am and how I treat others (at least, I am now). I've always followed the golden rule and treat others with respect. And if all that is true, why should I finish last?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/115975053561181998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/115975053561181998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115975053561181998' title='Do Nice Guys Have to Finish Last?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-111469973709110148</id><published>2005-04-28T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:48:57.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Summertime Blues Into Green</title><summary type='text'>_________________________________I can remember a time when summertime was a time of vacation, rest and relaxation. That was then, this is now! When I was a kid, my parents would pack up the suitcases, load up the car, pile in the family, and off to the beach we’d go. Summertime was synonymous with freedom.Get a grip on reality. Advance the calendar to my career years. Late June, July and August </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/111469973709110148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/111469973709110148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_28_archive.html#111469973709110148' title='Turning Summertime Blues Into Green'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-111469944036040882</id><published>2005-04-25T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:52:55.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politics of Dancing</title><summary type='text'>_________________________________It’s going on 11:30 PM. The dance floor is packed. You reach into your music and pick another winner. Just as you are loading it in, another winner, even better then the first, pops into your mind. Sixty seconds to go, blinks the countdown timer on your CD player. Opening the CD drawer you pull out winner number one and replace it with winner number 2. Thirty five</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/111469944036040882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/111469944036040882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2005_04_25_archive.html#111469944036040882' title='The Politics of Dancing'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-109009819621072826</id><published>2004-07-17T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:03:16.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amateurs Hope for Success. Professionals Work at It.</title><summary type='text'>It’s July 13th and the middle of the summer is upon us. My mentality of old told me that this was an okay time to slow down because all the others DJs, KJs and entertainers in the industry are slowing down. “Nobody is out there right now,” I’d convince myself and I’d sleep a bit later in the morning, make a few less calls during my day and hang up my hat a bit earlier in the evening. Nice move, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/109009819621072826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/109009819621072826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_07_17_archive.html#109009819621072826' title='Amateurs Hope for Success. Professionals Work at It.'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-108856180543563446</id><published>2004-06-29T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T22:16:45.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A DJ"s Guide to Planning Your Simcha</title><summary type='text'>_________________________________The article below is a reprint of an article I wrote a few years ago for a Jewish publication in Baltimore. The article was directed at my most popular market; bar and bat mitzvah entertainment. Hopefully, this article will give aspiring “mitzvah” DJs a chance to see how a bar mitzvah is run. Okay, so you’ve finally gotten the date from your synagogue (Mazel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/108856180543563446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/108856180543563446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_06_29_archive.html#108856180543563446' title='A DJ&quot;s Guide to Planning Your Simcha'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107929106951389921</id><published>2004-03-14T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:12:17.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Choose!</title><summary type='text'>_________________________________“Welcome to the real world.” Those were the first words I heard upon entering into the next phase of my life. The thirteen steps up to the second level in the building scared the heck out of me. The door knob, while just a door knob, was colder then the door knob at my house. I could smell the toner from the copier as I entered the suite of offices. I hadn’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107929106951389921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107929106951389921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107929106951389921' title='You Choose!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107816126289147820</id><published>2004-03-01T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T09:32:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Goofus and Gallant</title><summary type='text'>Remember sitting in the dentist office as a "budding," crooked toothed entertainer while flipping through all the finest in medical office publications? Sports Illustrated, National Geographic, Highlights Magazine; all the favorites, backdated a minimum of 2 years. All the finest articles including swimsuit model wear, adventuresome safaris in Africa and the famous Highlights Magazine daring duo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816126289147820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816126289147820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816126289147820' title='The Return of Goofus and Gallant'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107783465357450332</id><published>2004-02-26T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:06:42.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF IT LOOKS LIKE CHEESE, SMELLS LIKE CHEESE...</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever gotten a phone call from a prospective client who says they are looking for a DJ but they do not want a "cheesy" guy who spends more time on the mic than he does picking out music for the party? Why is it that most clients have had bad experiences when hiring a DJ? How can you avoid fitting into the category of what is cheesy and land on the side of what is professional? For the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107783465357450332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107783465357450332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_02_26_archive.html#107783465357450332' title='IF IT LOOKS LIKE CHEESE, SMELLS LIKE CHEESE...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107774308681405974</id><published>2004-02-25T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:40:19.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Bit Closer to the Top</title><summary type='text'>I can remember growing up in my average town of Baltimore, Maryland in the late 1960's and early 1970's. I was an average young kid, maybe 6 or 7 and was caught in the confusion of still being little and naive enough to believe the fairy tale stories my dad and my older brother told me and trying to figure out what reality was all about. Life was sure confusing as a little guy. My dad was a great</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107774308681405974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107774308681405974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_02_25_archive.html#107774308681405974' title='Just a Little Bit Closer to the Top'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107816930434825075</id><published>2004-02-15T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T09:23:54.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NUTS and BOLTS The One Eyed Man's Kingdom</title><summary type='text'>The life of many DJs begins on Friday night and ends on Sunday night. More DJs then will admit it have visions of club contracts paying top dollar on Friday nights, killer Saturday night blow outs in the mitzvah market and a couple of thousand dollar gigs on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. Grand slam, right out of the park. Annual income of $150,000! Yeah right! Vision can sometimes be very blurry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816930434825075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816930434825075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107816930434825075' title='NUTS and BOLTS The One Eyed Man&apos;s Kingdom'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107817040011986431</id><published>2004-02-06T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:50:19.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the Keys to the Executive Washroom?</title><summary type='text'>The answer is...Accounting, Psychology, Social Statistics, Behavioral Science, Business Management and Marketing. Here's the question: What should you be expected to know to effectively run your DJ business as a real business.The good part about being a DJ and owning your own business is that anybody can do it. The bad part about being a DJ and owning your own business is that anybody can do it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107817040011986431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107817040011986431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_02_06_archive.html#107817040011986431' title='Where are the Keys to the Executive Washroom?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534949.post-107816098384608889</id><published>2004-01-01T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:12:40.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST REMEMBER WHO THE DJ IS!</title><summary type='text'>"Building Confidence as an Entertainer"I have had the great opportunity to spend the last six weeks touring with a young DJ who has been a God send to me and my company. After almost 20 years of being a mobile DJ and entertainer my 20 year old "green" DJ has taught me more about my business then I could ever learn sitting in a classroom. It's amazing how sitting next to someone in a van for 6 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816098384608889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6534949/posts/default/107816098384608889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djdougcorner.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107816098384608889' title='JUST REMEMBER WHO THE DJ IS!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05558164641476285047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
