Beyond the Brass Pole, a Strip Club DJ's Life Story
It's the Texas southern true grit, meets the upscale modern Manhattan. As a Dj's life collides into a spiraling reality of who's who's that begins to unravel through the life within two worlds of family and fantasy.
Beyond the Brass Pole: Written by Douglas Bateman
Summary: It's the Texas southern true grit, meets the upscale modern Manhattan. As a Dj's life collides into a spiraling reality of who's who's that begins to unravel through the life within two worlds of family and fantasy.
It's three decades of club and personal experiences that take you from strip clubs to swing clubs and even in my earlier days of the male reviews. I knew my life was not the normal life as most, but at that early point in my life, who would want normal? From that first day behind that mic, into years later for more than half my life. It was the smoke filled rooms with the muli-colored lights and mutual agreements held in dimly lit corners called the VIP was one world, and into deception, greed, money, sex, deportation and incarceration, and for the record, that part was just my family life. From a runner up Miss Texas pageant queen indited for forgery,and a potential multi-million dollar media company out of New York that gets caught in the cross hairs of foul play and trickery. All during this, Penthouse magazine,a Tampa tribune reporter, and a TV show named Judge Perro all wanted to cover experiences of what is told in this book. From the women that I had dated, to the private parties I attended, the A list celebrities of the silver screen, to numerous athletes from the court and field. The women that have graced the pages of many adult magazines and film, to the famous and local musicians that I played daily. These stories of my life span from From clubs in Houston Texas, where Anna Nicole started it all, and were two brothers had learned to bar-back to later to become the most well known club owners of Texas. The 2009 Superbowl Penthouse Party in Tampa Florida, and then to the top clubs in Manhattan such as Flash Dancers, New York Dolls and Private Eyes as well as many others.
Short Introduction / Movie Script Intro for Beyond the Brass Pole:
How would this become as a movie?
A movie that will make you think about life and the interactions that follows.
(This is only the movie dialog introduction)
Camera shows walking through Manhattan New york, Times Square.
Narration :Have you ever watched people in passing and wondered what type of life do they truly live?
I'm not talking about the visible material life or face value of what most see, or what how they portray, I mean what and how they think.
Those subliminal most inner thoughts of what makes them tick.
(You see and hear people and couples talking and kissing, music playing and the shops and stores)
We have evolved into a social world of introductions, interactions that constantly adapt from our choices we had made from our past, meaning our experianced memories.
But let's just say, If you could see or read person's thought process, what would you know about that person?
What would you find out and would you be surprised?
The deepest darkest secrets, or what we call the Pandora's box of their most intriguing intimate thoughts, their likes and dislikes and their fantasies that await the courage for an opportunity to presents itself.. and if it has to do with sex, eventually... it will always happen.
The camera pans to a woman parking her car while she's on her cell phone
(you can hear her side of the conversation) as she tells her husband she's working late.
She hangs up and walks to the car in front of hers and kisses a man through the the drivers side window, and then gets into his car and drives off.
Most of us have at one time or another thought, or actually pursued a fantasy sometime in their life. Casual interactions, courtship, dating, one-night stands and yes, sex.
Maybe hidden from others or shared with select few, we all have done it or thought it.
Camera turns left and opens the door and walk in hearing conversations and machines at 38th street Starbucks coffee shop.
Let's just say hypothetically, I'm like the little voice in your head while you look around to make sure no one is looking. I'm in the most obvious and in plain sight but overlooked. My job for more than half my life, I'm paid to notice things, things that make the most inner thoughts begin to spark.
Camera catches a young woman smile at a married man "with 2 children and a wife" while sitting down at a table across from him. While under the table the man tugs at his finger to remove his wedding band.
Why is it that in the real world we hide our truest inhibitions and play a shell game to the best of our ability to hide them. Shuffling each shell of the three only to hide where that fantasy will always remain until an opportunity? Why we do what we do, is the real question.
The camera pans to look around the coffee shop as if to look for someone.
Who am I you ask?
I'm someone that's sociable, and I would blend into any conversation or environment. I see everything, and little do you realize how much influence I have; but remember I only presented an opportunity and nothing more. You know me, but not personally, and you may have requested a favor or two. You may not remember my face, but you will always remember that time.
Outside the clubs, this coffee shop is my favorite spot as I watch the people pass by my window, , but I prefer the lime lights and the four walls that most call "fantasy", transforms into the oxymoron of it's truest reality. It's where conversations begin to show their sides that most don't see or can't interpret. Those conversations always beginning with the "if's, maybe's, bribes and little white lies for the amicable compensations.
At first what truly pulled me in, honestly was the sex, and then later on to realize the fantasy and physiological side of it. Learning to manipulating the crowd through words and seducing thoughts that seemed almost like a game to me. Over the years as they walk through the doors, they called it fantasy, its the truest rawest reality of each individuals wants and desires taken to the highest stakes as I began to understand it. I watched and observed, as each customer would enter, and through stiff drinks subtle seducing keywords and ambient lighting that led to the watchful eyes upon the stage. I was able to understand the body language and eye contact.
While I worked a room, they never knew what I was actually doing, but I also had no idea how it would change me how I look at people through my own life.
Who am I you ask?
Camera:
pans in to see a man sitting at a window seat overlooking crossing streets in Manhattan
I'm the guy sitting right in front of you the whole time. With one plane ticket, two bags and a cup of coffee. In a black blazer and cowboy boots I'm the one facing the window.
As I sit in one of busiest places on earth. He says“So many people” I say to myself. Over 54 million foreign and American tourists visit here each year. It's place you could almost feel invisible at times, and on some days learn to appreciate. I watch the nameless faces walk by while the hissing of cappuccino machines churned a fragrance of business social. Chiming laptops and cell phones orchestrating their symphonies of individuality while conversations of tourists, long time friends or new opportunities play out in the background.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the observer. I guess the years in the industry changed me into that to read a Friday night time crowd. Sitting, watching and listening in a place no place like it on earth in a corner coffee shop, and a crossroad within my own life.
I catch phrases, sentences into conversations from table to table like a book within books and short stories that had began but an ending never told while the door of the coffee shop closes behind them.
Lives play out in front of me as I feel the warmth of my coffee between my fingers, I look down to watch the swirling steam billowing from side to side inside the rim of my paper cup. I began to drowned out the idol conversations that played behind me.
I call New York, “the city of glass houses”, because most seem to tell you what you want to hear, as apposed to what you needed to hear, and for me? I never liked candy coated conversations.
A city population of over 1.5 million, living here nestled between and on top of all night eateries, Amish wholefoods, chic shops, flagship store fronts with towering skyscrapers that shade the city during the hours of the day.
As I peering back into the window, there was Dukes cafe across the street. It's an all night steam table buffet, a grab an go 24 hour eatery that complimented a restroom without the long lines. Outside stood a hotdog cart that sold eatable giros and a packs of cigs for 12 dollars a pack. essential for any urbanized New York survivalist. A quick fix for a city that never sleeps. .
Camera :
As the sun begins to set, block by block a the blanketing metamorphosis takes shape. While the lights of the coffee house seem to get brighter, outside begins to fade into two worlds of a double exposure through my window. People in passing start to look historical and distorted within the glare, somewhat like an over exposed reel to reel film .
Camera ---Flashback begins ----
Amarillo Texas
As the needle drops, the play button pushed, or simply a click of a mouse
With a mic in hand It's the numerous songs played and the experiences of three decades that tells the my story. This is where it all began, in Amarillo Texas
If you are looking for a very unique film, I think you've found it.
I have 190,500 views for Beyond the Brass Pole, and I am reaching out to network with film/movie producers to further this project along.
If you want to know more, please contact me at [email protected] or 979 417 6393
Beyond the Brass Pole: Written by Douglas Bateman
Summary: It's the Texas southern true grit, meets the upscale modern Manhattan. As a Dj's life collides into a spiraling reality of who's who's that begins to unravel through the life within two worlds of family and fantasy.
It's three decades of club and personal experiences that take you from strip clubs to swing clubs and even in my earlier days of the male reviews. I knew my life was not the normal life as most, but at that early point in my life, who would want normal? From that first day behind that mic, into years later for more than half my life. It was the smoke filled rooms with the muli-colored lights and mutual agreements held in dimly lit corners called the VIP was one world, and into deception, greed, money, sex, deportation and incarceration, and for the record, that part was just my family life. From a runner up Miss Texas pageant queen indited for forgery,and a potential multi-million dollar media company out of New York that gets caught in the cross hairs of foul play and trickery. All during this, Penthouse magazine,a Tampa tribune reporter, and a TV show named Judge Perro all wanted to cover experiences of what is told in this book. From the women that I had dated, to the private parties I attended, the A list celebrities of the silver screen, to numerous athletes from the court and field. The women that have graced the pages of many adult magazines and film, to the famous and local musicians that I played daily. These stories of my life span from From clubs in Houston Texas, where Anna Nicole started it all, and were two brothers had learned to bar-back to later to become the most well known club owners of Texas. The 2009 Superbowl Penthouse Party in Tampa Florida, and then to the top clubs in Manhattan such as Flash Dancers, New York Dolls and Private Eyes as well as many others.
Short Introduction / Movie Script Intro for Beyond the Brass Pole:
How would this become as a movie?
A movie that will make you think about life and the interactions that follows.
(This is only the movie dialog introduction)
Camera shows walking through Manhattan New york, Times Square.
Narration :Have you ever watched people in passing and wondered what type of life do they truly live?
I'm not talking about the visible material life or face value of what most see, or what how they portray, I mean what and how they think.
Those subliminal most inner thoughts of what makes them tick.
(You see and hear people and couples talking and kissing, music playing and the shops and stores)
We have evolved into a social world of introductions, interactions that constantly adapt from our choices we had made from our past, meaning our experianced memories.
But let's just say, If you could see or read person's thought process, what would you know about that person?
What would you find out and would you be surprised?
The deepest darkest secrets, or what we call the Pandora's box of their most intriguing intimate thoughts, their likes and dislikes and their fantasies that await the courage for an opportunity to presents itself.. and if it has to do with sex, eventually... it will always happen.
The camera pans to a woman parking her car while she's on her cell phone
(you can hear her side of the conversation) as she tells her husband she's working late.
She hangs up and walks to the car in front of hers and kisses a man through the the drivers side window, and then gets into his car and drives off.
Most of us have at one time or another thought, or actually pursued a fantasy sometime in their life. Casual interactions, courtship, dating, one-night stands and yes, sex.
Maybe hidden from others or shared with select few, we all have done it or thought it.
Camera turns left and opens the door and walk in hearing conversations and machines at 38th street Starbucks coffee shop.
Let's just say hypothetically, I'm like the little voice in your head while you look around to make sure no one is looking. I'm in the most obvious and in plain sight but overlooked. My job for more than half my life, I'm paid to notice things, things that make the most inner thoughts begin to spark.
Camera catches a young woman smile at a married man "with 2 children and a wife" while sitting down at a table across from him. While under the table the man tugs at his finger to remove his wedding band.
Why is it that in the real world we hide our truest inhibitions and play a shell game to the best of our ability to hide them. Shuffling each shell of the three only to hide where that fantasy will always remain until an opportunity? Why we do what we do, is the real question.
The camera pans to look around the coffee shop as if to look for someone.
Who am I you ask?
I'm someone that's sociable, and I would blend into any conversation or environment. I see everything, and little do you realize how much influence I have; but remember I only presented an opportunity and nothing more. You know me, but not personally, and you may have requested a favor or two. You may not remember my face, but you will always remember that time.
Outside the clubs, this coffee shop is my favorite spot as I watch the people pass by my window, , but I prefer the lime lights and the four walls that most call "fantasy", transforms into the oxymoron of it's truest reality. It's where conversations begin to show their sides that most don't see or can't interpret. Those conversations always beginning with the "if's, maybe's, bribes and little white lies for the amicable compensations.
At first what truly pulled me in, honestly was the sex, and then later on to realize the fantasy and physiological side of it. Learning to manipulating the crowd through words and seducing thoughts that seemed almost like a game to me. Over the years as they walk through the doors, they called it fantasy, its the truest rawest reality of each individuals wants and desires taken to the highest stakes as I began to understand it. I watched and observed, as each customer would enter, and through stiff drinks subtle seducing keywords and ambient lighting that led to the watchful eyes upon the stage. I was able to understand the body language and eye contact.
While I worked a room, they never knew what I was actually doing, but I also had no idea how it would change me how I look at people through my own life.
Who am I you ask?
Camera:
pans in to see a man sitting at a window seat overlooking crossing streets in Manhattan
I'm the guy sitting right in front of you the whole time. With one plane ticket, two bags and a cup of coffee. In a black blazer and cowboy boots I'm the one facing the window.
As I sit in one of busiest places on earth. He says“So many people” I say to myself. Over 54 million foreign and American tourists visit here each year. It's place you could almost feel invisible at times, and on some days learn to appreciate. I watch the nameless faces walk by while the hissing of cappuccino machines churned a fragrance of business social. Chiming laptops and cell phones orchestrating their symphonies of individuality while conversations of tourists, long time friends or new opportunities play out in the background.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been the observer. I guess the years in the industry changed me into that to read a Friday night time crowd. Sitting, watching and listening in a place no place like it on earth in a corner coffee shop, and a crossroad within my own life.
I catch phrases, sentences into conversations from table to table like a book within books and short stories that had began but an ending never told while the door of the coffee shop closes behind them.
Lives play out in front of me as I feel the warmth of my coffee between my fingers, I look down to watch the swirling steam billowing from side to side inside the rim of my paper cup. I began to drowned out the idol conversations that played behind me.
I call New York, “the city of glass houses”, because most seem to tell you what you want to hear, as apposed to what you needed to hear, and for me? I never liked candy coated conversations.
A city population of over 1.5 million, living here nestled between and on top of all night eateries, Amish wholefoods, chic shops, flagship store fronts with towering skyscrapers that shade the city during the hours of the day.
As I peering back into the window, there was Dukes cafe across the street. It's an all night steam table buffet, a grab an go 24 hour eatery that complimented a restroom without the long lines. Outside stood a hotdog cart that sold eatable giros and a packs of cigs for 12 dollars a pack. essential for any urbanized New York survivalist. A quick fix for a city that never sleeps. .
Camera :
As the sun begins to set, block by block a the blanketing metamorphosis takes shape. While the lights of the coffee house seem to get brighter, outside begins to fade into two worlds of a double exposure through my window. People in passing start to look historical and distorted within the glare, somewhat like an over exposed reel to reel film .
Camera ---Flashback begins ----
Amarillo Texas
As the needle drops, the play button pushed, or simply a click of a mouse
With a mic in hand It's the numerous songs played and the experiences of three decades that tells the my story. This is where it all began, in Amarillo Texas
If you are looking for a very unique film, I think you've found it.
I have 190,500 views for Beyond the Brass Pole, and I am reaching out to network with film/movie producers to further this project along.
If you want to know more, please contact me at [email protected] or 979 417 6393
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Thanks, Douglas
Most of us on this board are hardcore SC goers – it seems dancers and club staff have a different view of things that hardcore SC goers.
For most of us hard-hitters; we go to the SC for one reason – the women – 99% of us could care less about the DJ and often find them to be annoying; the best SC DJ is the one where it feels like there is no DJ; too many DJs think they are the center of attention at the SC and think they are the reason the club is successful and they are a “key part” - I'm an experienced SCer and I've never gone to a SC “b/c of the DJ” but have sure left some *because* of the DJ – many DJs are obnoxious and can't shut up – most of us go to a SC to interact w/ the women and talk to *them*; not be distracted by some obnoxious jackass that thinks he's the greatest thing since sliced bread – think about it- if you are talking-to/interacting-with an attractive woman; do you wanna hear some obnoxious prick constantly blabbing away – most of us don't – not too mention some DJs that think they are mix-master specialists and seem to wanna “wow/impress the crowd” with their mixing skillz and end up chopping up songs (cutting songs short) with their mixing shit and thus fucking up a customer's dance and value.
These may be harsh and negative comments but they are meant to give the POV of the experienced SCer.
For the guys that do this, if you "think" that this action (no action for that rather) is going to line you up to get laid or get attention to be her new bf or pimp...you are so wrong. Its almost humorous in my opinion.
What I am saying is there is a balance. If the DJ is just sitting in the booth not watching how the night unfolds, and every night is different...then he is not doing his job. Now, I am not the typical cliche Dj and I have enjoyed my job over several years. I have made a lot of money through using simple strip club clientel etiquette, observing and the rest is just something you have to learn not as a customer but from the booth. Anyone can dj, but few can hold the mic...Meaning in a strip club there's a psychology to it, and a skill that is learned. I do answer to your comments, and they are your opinion...I respect that.
I can tell if its trolling or a legitimate honest comment. The industry has changed or shifted in the last 5/6 years, this I know. Strippers lawsuits which I think was bullshit...The city busting the clubs time after time, but still expect their sin tax and liquor tax in some states.
For those strippers and/or djs that sued club owners for a quick check.. If it wasn't for the clubs (a store front) that stripper would working a corner. A DJ? Well start working the weddings buddy cause you just bit the hand that fed you.
The owners fork out a shit load of cash to get a club going. Then the licenses, lights city and state requirements and so on. No wonder why Eric the owner of Ricks, Onyx and XTC clubs is slowly get into his version of the (Hooters style restaurant. Dj Doug
Even sites that this one...I've always been open minded to constructive criticism and in doing this learned a lot about the business.
I guess Magic Mike was a hit. The way to write this movie is as a stealth romantic comedy. It's set in a strip club, there's boobs, but it's ultimately about a cute guy and hot (clean) dancer falling in love.
So... complete rewrite.