DJ Dossier: Smite

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​There's absolutely no doubt that Smite is a definite rarity amongst P-Town's glutted DJ/dance community. First, there's the 31-year-old's absolute passion for vinyl that's second only to other record-loving freakazoids like his cohorts Djentrification and Johnny D. Serato ain't a word that's currently in Smite's vocabulary (although he admits he might have to eventually break down and buy a laptop and a copy of said scratching software).

Then there's the fact he's something of an outsider to the usual club circuit. You won't catch him pulling any shifts in Scottsdale anytime soon, as the cat prefers spinning his platters in a more eclectic locales, like the Rose & Crown or downtown Phoenix art hangouts.

Whether you wanna call him Smite, Sir Smeezy, or by his actual Christian name (which he won't divulge outta fear of getting collared by the cops for his prior graf art exploits), there's one term you'll never use to describe him: run of the mill.

Name: Sir Smeezy

AKA: DJ Smite

Current club night(s): Every first and third Friday I DJ at Rose & Crown in downtown Phoenix. It's free and you won't get anything like it anywhere else.

Preferred genre(s): All types of heavy Latin funky shit. Afro-Colombian funk, cumbia, salsa dura, psych, funk, soul, disco, post-punk, dub, early '80s electro, boogie and slept-on rap.

Where have been your favorite places to spin at in the PHX? House parties. My favorite lounge. After-hours at Quincy's. The puppet theatre. Fate. B-boy battles back in the day.

How did you get your start as a DJ? Back in sixth grade my best friend Ron claimed it was "all bout having the sickest cassingle and custom embroidered hat collection" which he did. His first two drawers in his dresser were nothing but cassette singles and full lengths lined up immaculately. By eighth grade when there were little parties, my more low-profile Filipino homie Dennis would DJ with a gang of tapes. He rocked off of a dual cassette deck with an extra deck he'd bring along to get all the songs cued up on point in his headphones. I would lay back in the cut with him and shot call. I was into making pause tapes. By the time Juice came out I was sold.

What happened next? Going into freshman year my mom bought me a radio shack mixer and I had one janky ass turntable and an all in one home unit to fuck around with. I remember going to Headquarters in Tempe and going up to Soulman of the Phunk Junkies to ask him what kind of setup I needed to scratch. He told me to get any old turntable and cut out a piece of paper to put on the platter underneath the record and just go nuts. I had already been doing that and it was whack. I walked away thinking, "Thanks a lot man, lots of fucking help." By 1993 I was buying hip-hop vinyl nearly every other week, and in July of 1994 I had Technics 1200s.

Are you part of any DJ collectives? I stand on my own two feet but shout out to my potnas Djentrification, Melo, Johnny D, Mantis Claw, and Meaty Ogre.

Do you have any philosophies when it comes to DJing? Originality. Take chances. Break records. Have fun!

What do you usually drink during DJ gigs: I ain't no pinche hipster DJ, you won't catch me drinking PBR. I drink good fuckin' beer. Lately at the Rose & Crown it's been Kilt Lifter and Guinness, plenty of water too.

When you're not DJing, where can you be found: In the lab working on music. Grilling, sautéing, cooking and juicing. At the park ballin' it up. At the Downtown Phoenix Public Market or Ranch Market.

What's the explanation behind your DJ name? I was tired of writing other people's graffiti names. One day in sophomore English class I was flipping through the dictionary looking for a name I liked. I knew I wanted it to begin with S-M, and have a T-E ending because I was good with those combinations. The definition couldn't be more appropriate. Word to my antediluvian kin.

What's been your best experience as a DJ: The first time I played Funky Sole in LA at Star Shoes in November 2006. Walking up Hollywood Blvd, 45 cases in hand, some dude who later introduced himself as the Gaslamp Killer spots me and says, "You looking for Star Shoes?" It was just Egon of Now-Again/Stones Throw and I on the decks all night. I mixed nothing but my filthiest 45's and the crowd was wylin' out the whole night. Egon of course killed it.

Any others come to mind? The other would be Johnny D's Birthday Bash at the Rhythm Room in May 2006. The night was dripped in funk with local legends Michael Liggins, Big Mike Lenaburg and Chico Chism in the house. Chico wanted his picture taken with me after I shouted him out as being the drummer on Howlin Wolf's "Evil" while I was playing it. He told me I was bad!

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