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PHLOG:
2023-08-05 - Scratch the Beach


Going on our daily walk down to the beach, my 
spouse and I happened upon an uncommon sight 
today. Over at the picnic tables by the main 
lifeguard station was a group of five or six 
guys, all seemingly local, each with their own 
single portable turntable in front of them. 

All of them had same model of turntable. It was 
small and compact, with a built in speaker and a 
fader, clearly designed for the purpose of 
developing scratching skills. And in the middle 
of all of them on the picnic table was a wireless 
speaker playing hip hop beats. Each of the guys 
were taking turns showcasing their scratch skills 
over the underlying beats. It was super cool to 
see. 

Another curious feature to the whole sight was 
that they all had 7" records on their turntables. 
Nobody was scratching a 12". Even more curious 
was that these 7" records had classic scratch 
sounds on them, like Fab 5 Freddy's "Ahhh Fresh!" 
sample in the track entitled Change the Beat. 

In all my 30 years of DJing I've never seen a 7" 
DJ scratch tool, but I guess after today I now  
know they they exist.

Anyway, we walked by and paused to watch for a 
bit, saying nothing and just taking in the sight. 
It was super cool to discover there's a local 
crew of these guys that are way into scratch 
culture. 

Figuring that they might like to have copies of 
some recent releases I did, which are all very 
much in the same vein, I grabbed a few copies out 
of inventory once we got home, hopped in the car,
and made my way back to the beach.

By the time I got back to the picnic tables, they 
had all moved on. There was nobody to be found.

In hindsight, maybe it's for the better. Not 
every guy in the group looked like a person of 
upstanding character. Also, I've regretted 
getting tangled up in scenes before. The last 
thing I need is to get caught up with a group 
that I couldn't escape from even if I wanted to, 
because it's literally in my back yard.

Home is best kept private.


– BSTUF