The first gig I did with TBY I picked Tim up in my Smart Car. No Joke. We put his monitors, mic, vinyls, and 6 foot DJ coffin (this is what Tim calls his mobile DJ booth… The Coffin) in that tiny thing. We made it there, and back, without getting jacked at a stop light. In fact, I think the coffin hanging out the back window of the Smart made some people’s night! That’s where this idea came from.
Next time Tim and I found ourselves in the self-deprecating clutches of the Smart Car, we bounced the idea back and forth about if we could legitimately pull off DJ’ing from the back hatch of this tiny vehicle. To the Lab: We diverted course, and went straight to Tim’s work to load all of Tim’s equipment into the back of the car. It became apparent that The Coffin would not fit, so we began to improvise. Tim magically found the perfect piece of plywood that would fit the car AND hold both Technics SL-1200’s and the mixer; boom goes the dynamite!
Four casters, a laptop stand, bunch of screws, and some hot black felt later, we had a DJ booth for the Smart Car. We rolled out wednesday night, hunting for some underground parties. Mighty, strikeout; Monarch, dead. We had no choice, we had to go straight into the belly of the beast: Ruby Skye. Sure enough, it was popping. Someone big was playing and line was around the corner. We did one pass just to scope the enforcement situation. It looked light, and there was a spot right in front of the line that only a half-car could fit in (Smart Car FTW!). We rolled up, I looked at Tim.
“You ready for this?”
We stepped out, opened all the doors, and pulled out the equipment. I cranked the crappy stereo as high as it could go and Tim dropped the sickest beat he could. The crowd lost their MIND!! I think we only got half a track in before the legendary Ruby bouncers shut us down, but the damage was done! We posted up around the corner outside their jurisdiction, and spun the rest of the night for the crowd. Perfect.