BELIEVE 52

Saturday March 9th
Join us for a special Event to support the
Eric LeGrand Believe 52 Fund
at
The Turtle Club
936 Park Ave. Hoboken, NJ
Hosted By Eric LeGrand
Music By DJ Yoshi
Come & Mingle With Past & Present NFL Superstars.
Speak with some of your favorite sports heroes.
Snap Pictures & Grab Autographs for your trophy room!
and participate in a special silent auction!
For tickets visit HobokenTurtleClub.com
For more event details visit Believe 52 Facebook Page
Doors Open at 1:30m

What a crazy time in my life. As a Junior in High-School I never imagined being in recording studios, working with some of the DJ’s and artists that I was fortunate enough to work with so early on in my “career.” I never thought I’d be getting paid to come into a club and play vinyl. I was only making $250/night, but at 3 nights each week at 16/17 years old? I was in heaven! I left my retail job to focus on DJ’ing and building a name for myself.
In 2000 I was flying high! I linked up with great people in the music industry: Harve Pierre (Bad Boy), Rene Mclean (RPM), Hen-Roc (Bad Boy), Al Lao (Sony), Ed Banacia (Sony), Jeff Diones (Tommy Boy), Rich aka DJ Riddler (MCA (yeah MCA)), Fred Tessier (Sony), Dave Albertson (MCA), Jimmy Parilla (aka Borcua Jimmmy at RCA), Shawn Prez (pretty sure Prez was at Arista at the time)… but my biggest help came from John Rosenfelder (Def Jam) & Nathan Sheard (Epic) who basically introduced my to EVERYONE that I needed to know. All I knew about “servicing” was from DJ AP. I said sh** record companies give you vinyl before it goes in stores to play? By change Harve Pierre walked into 1 of my club nights and told me to play the acetate pressing of “Black Rob Whoa.” It all snowballed from there. Meetings at labels to pick up vinyl, invites to artist studio sessions, label dinners, concerts… Damn I was in Heaven.
With the help of my manager at the time: Nathan Sheard & DJ Irie vouching for me, I landed my biggest gig at the time… DJ’ing and MC’ing at the Nets games. By this time I was a “Tech.Nition,” had won awards from magazines, DJ conventions, and even got to do some cool things for tv. The club gigs were great and we were making a killing. I had a steady weekly radio show that aired on a few terrestrial stations and life was great. I shared my success with everyone that showed me love in the past… Game tickets, passes, credentials to come with me on the sound stage, whatever I could. I was still able to travel for HIN Shows, and club gigs around the country. I got whatever music I wanted, was awarded plaques for the music I broke at the games and on air. I was still in college so at that station (WRNU), I was the music director. I decided to start a record pool also to leverage my relationships with labels and hook up people that couldn’t get serviced at a cost that wasn’t ridiculous (c’mon seriously, $300/month for 50 pieces of vinyl that have 3 hits out of the lot?). I spoke at conventions, interviewed a few more times for local television shows, and decided to just push to graduate college (one of the smartest decisions).
At the end of the 2005 NBA season, my contract with the Nets had ended. On the morning of my graduation day, I got the notice that the team wouldn’t be exercising their option to renew (how’s that one for you? 1 of the biggest days of your life, and you lose one of your biggest contracts). Later on that summer I finished up my syndicated radio and then was let go from that as well. Since I wasn’t with the team anymore, we couldn’t charge the prices that I was asking at the clubs. Bookings started to drop off, and since I wasn’t with a team or on radio, those label reps that I thought were friends (not the ones that I shouted out), stopped calling. Losing radio back before the digital age was like being the black sheep of the family. You get bumped off of radio lists and the product doesn’t come as often or even at all… unless you call and email and harass just to get a damn record to play at a club…
I wanted to take my life and my career into my own hands.
