Why "Dookie Platters"?
Why not? Dookie, Booty, Pamplemousse. Some words are just fun to say. I think it started with a joke, but it's become a part of who I am. Embrace it.
From nightclubs and dive bars to festivals, fundraisers, and weddings, I've done it all. After serving as the master of ceremonies for retired space-funk band Noot d' Noot, I've continued to spread the message of positive partying through great tunes and good times. As Dookie Platters, I've made rumps shake at night spots like MJQ and Mother, entertained packed rooms before shows for acts like Big Freedia at the EARL and Terminal West, and kept the crowd movin' at Ford Fry's annual Attack of the Killer Tomato Festival. AND I once got busy in a Burger King bathroom. These days, you can find me every first Saturday night of the month (unless I'm rockin' your event!) at Elmyr, selecting records from my ever-expanding collection.
Speaking of records...
That's right, vinyl. The preferred format of music nerds and your uncle when he's drunk and wants to hear some Isaac Hayes or Led Zeppelin. Some say it sounds better. I just think it's more fun.