Diplo and me at the "F*** Me I'm Famous" Pre-Party

Last night I attended the F*** Me I'm Famous Pre-Party at Dalt Vila in Ibiza. It was amazing. It featured a live performance by Goldfish, and DJ's David Guetta, Paul Oakenfold, Diplo, and Minx.

When I originally started writing my memoir Le Freak, one of the first things my writing coach told me was, "Show, don't tell." So I'll show some pictures from the pre-party called F*** Me I'm Famous.

 

Goldfish

Paul Oakenfold, David Guetta, Diplo and Minx

The legendary Paul Oakenfold and me at the DJ rig

David Guetta signing my backup Fender Strat

Carl Cox and Arthur Baker signing one of my back up Fender Strats

My point of view in the DJ booth

The crowd showing love

The crowd from the DJ's point of view

The next gen of CHIC fans - The girl on my left said, "My dad loves your book!"

You've got to love her hair

Paul Oakenfold signing my backup Fender Strat

Dalt Vila last night - The location of the F*** Me I'm Famous Pre-Party

 

When I got home I took a picture and noticed palm trees behind me

"Runnin' runnin' and runnin' running'" are the lyrics that kept swirling around in my head as I went out for my morning walk. Of course that's the intro to the Black Eyed Peas "Let's Get It Started," and I did - get it started that is. It's funny, even though I'm halfway around the world there are so many similarities to my routine. When I wake up and look out of my bedroom window, I see boats - though a few boats Here are somewhat larger, it's not that different.

Here I walk past a marina - at home I walk past a marina. There are lots of friendly people Here - though the friendly people Here are more scantily dressed than the ones I usually see There. The ones that aren't scantily dressed Here - are a little more fashionably dressed than the ones There.

Regardless of wherever I am, there's always an internal DJ pumping songs in my head to accompany my pace. I never carry a music player because I just don't need to. The truth is I can't stop the music in my head. When I look at anything, it's almost always underscored with a song that's stored in my head, or one that I'll write on the spot. Today's walk was short as was my cerebral DJ's playlist: "Let's Get It Started" by the Black Eyed Peas, "Walk This Way" by Run DMC, "Run On" by Moby, "Sailing" by Christopher Cross, and "Spring Affair" by Donna Summer.

Donna's been on my mind a lot lately and also I've been thinking about meeting Giorgio Moroder, the person most responsible for my guitar approach to CHIC's "I Want Your Love" - but that's another story.

When I got home, I took a picture and noticed palm trees behind me. Okay, there are some differences Between Here and There.

 

Runnin' Runnin' And... Runnin' Runnin'

When I wake up and look out my bedroom window I see boats

Though a few boats here are somewhat larger, it's not that different

Here I walk past a marina

At home I walk past a marina

The ones that aren't scantily dressed Here are a little more fashionably dressed than the ones There

Regardless of wherever I am, there’s always an internal DJ pumping songs in my head

Okay, there are some differences Between Here and There

 

Many people tell me to slow down but it's the love of the job that keeps me going!

Many people tell me to slow down. I know they do this out of concern - and after last Saturday's hospital incident, some folks asked me not to take the long trip to Ibiza, Spain. Well, let me try and explain. What keeps me going is doing my job. As a live musician, I consider the audience before I consider myself. This is how I'm wired. I detail how this behavior developed in my memoir. I worked at private airport around old-school entertainers and I'd see them drag their butts to work under amazing circumstances.

Don't misunderstand me, I more than appreciate your concerns and I don't ever want you to censor what you say because you may be right - and one day I might agree. But I don't do what I do recklessly. If I know I'm unable to perform the task, I don't try, but if I feel like there's an ounce of a chance, then I do my job. No ifs, ands, or buts. (sorry foreign language translators.) Saturday I was very sick, but I went to the hospital, rested, and the next day I felt up to the job.

Now I'm in Ibiza. Had I not come I wouldn't have been stranded on the plane for two hours and had pure sleep. I would not have run into my dear friend Chris Cornell, whom I found out was also appearing at Montreux Jazz this year and wants to sing with us. Mega! And I wouldn't be at this year's Ibiza International Music Summit, where I can Give Away what I've learned just like the old-schoolers before me.

I don't expect everyone to like my music - but I want everyone to expect me to like it. I love the gift of music and I want to keep it for the rest of my life. I was taught the only way you can keep it, is to Give It Away.

 

I consider the audience before I consider myself

I worked at a private airport around old-school entertainers and I'd see them drag their butts to work under amazing circumstances

Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra and his Christina II Lear Jet, which I've cleaned many times

I don't do what I do recklessly. If I know I'm unable to perform the task I don't try, but if I feel like there's an ounce of a chance, then I do my job

Now I'm in Ibiza

Had I not come I wouldn't have been stranded on the plane for two hours and had pure sleep

I would not have run into my dear friend Chris Cornell, whom I found out was also appearing at Montreux Jazz this year and wants to sing with us

And I wouldn't be at this year's Ibiza International Music Summit. Where I can Give Away what I've learned

I don't expect everyone to like my music

I want everyone to expect me to like it

I was taught the only way you can keep it, is to Give It Away

 

Ibiza Wonderland

After a quick stop in Madrid, Spain I am now en route to Ibiza. More tomorrow from Ibiza Wonderland.

 

 

A harrowing Saturday night in the hospital

Yesterday, I stayed in bed after a harrowing night-before in the hospital. I was simply enjoying just another day of life. I watched the complete videos of our most recent performances and I thought this Sunday would be completely uneventful. Then I got a call saying that Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees had died and the journalist wanted my comments. I respectfully declined because the last time I'd spoken to Robin was when he and I did a live BBC program on the death of Michael Jackson. I was not in the right frame of mind to talk about death after what I'd gone through the night before.

Robin's passing didn't feel shocking because he'd been sick for some time. We've never worked together but had tremendous respect for each other since the day we met in 1978 at an awards ceremony for songwriters. (I'm sorry that I don't remember exactly which organization's event it was.)

My partner, Bernard Edwards and I won a plethora of awards for "Dance, Dance, Dance," "Everybody Dance," "Le Freak," "I Want Your Love," "He's The Greatest Dancer," and "We Are Family." The Bee Gees were in the bathroom with us during a break but didn't realize who we were. We eavesdropped on they're entire conversation. At one point Robin said, "How can these guys write so many hits in a year?"

I jokingly reminded him of that event when we were off camera the day Robin Gibb and I Talked of Michael Jackson's Death.

 

A clip from one of our most recent performances in Curacao

A clip from one of our recent performances

A clip from one of our most recent performances

A clip from our last gig in Texas

I got a call from a journalist friend saying that Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees had died

The Bee Gees were in the bathroom with us during a break but didn't realize who we were

My partner, Bernard Edwards and I won a plethora of awards the night we met the Bee Gees

I was off camera the day Robin Gibb and I Talked of Michael Jackson's Death

The day Robin Gibb and I Talked of Michael Jackson's Death

This Michael Jackson posing on diving board picture was taken the year we first met

I never got a chance to work with Robin but I toured with the Jackson 5 in '73 and played on HIStory

 

The Curaçao crowd was wonderful - The gig was hard for me because I was sick and was broken hearted about Donna Summer's death

I've slept more in the past few days than I can ever remember. I've been very sick and I've had to marshal my strength for the extensive travel and concerts. Even with all the rest I got progressively worse. On the drive home from the airport today I felt so sick that I couldn't help but think "I Know That I'm Dying." I tried to think positively - but the phrase "I Know That I'm Dying" kept repeating in my head.

By the time I got home I was really sick. I had a racing pulse, shallow breath, and a fever of almost 104 degrees Fahrenheit. My housekeeper rushed me to the hospital. In the short trip to the emergency room my condition worsened. I was semi-delirious, could barely walk and was unstable, and was very lightheaded. It was at that moment I started forcing myself to repeat "I Know That I'm going to live."

They thoroughly tested me for everything possible because my vital signs had them extremely concerned, especially with my heart. They looked for a possible blood clot because they knew I'd been flying a lot. When they said that, I thought about the loss of Heavy D a few weeks ago. They started medicating me in this very professional environment - and the mantra "I Know That I'm going to live" got louder in my head.

After many hours of testing they finally came into the treatment room and said, "Mister Rodgers, you were very sick and your body did exactly what it was supposed to do - fight the infection." I was discharged around midnight and reflected on my two different states of mind during this traumatic day - "I Know That I'm going to live" and "I Know That I'm Dying."

 

Taking our final bows at the end of the Curaçao show. It was the 1st of two shows we did this weekend thousands of miles apart

We played Richardson Texas the next day and travelled thousands of miles with no direct flights to either of the shows

We played the gig in Texas Loud and Proud

My housekeeper rushed me to the hospital. In the short trip to the emergency room my condition worsened

They stared medicating me in this very professional environment - and the mantra I Know That I'm going to live got louder in my head

After many hours of testing they finally came into the treatment room and said, "Mister Rodgers you were very sick and your body did exactly what it was supposed to do - fight the infection."

They decided I should be discharged around eleven and I was discharged around midnight

Meditating on getting the I Know That I'm Dying thoughts out of my head

Adopting the "I Know That I'm Going to Live" attitude and I told the nurse I'm heading to Ibiza in two days

 

I've done nearly 500 daily blogs - and since Whitney, Dick Clark, MCA, Chuck Brown, Duck Dunn, Donna Summer and a number of other significant music personalities passings, I'm overwhelmed. I need a day to travel, think, rest, and prepare for Ibiza.

Yesterday was my tech guru D's birthday and I'd like to give him a night with his family. So I'm going to let him pick a funky play list and I think I'm going to fall asleep again.

I'll have so much to report tomorrow that frankly my blog family will be over whelmed. I've really grown to love you and this relationship keeps me grounded, and since I'm grounded, I know I need A Day Off.

 

 

I'm performing at Montreux Jazz on July 13, this year. My big wish was to have Donna Summer sharing that stage with me, and many great artists whom I personally feel connect the dots to modern dance music.

Yesterday's news of her passing has devastated me. I've wanted to work with her ever since I heard that magical voice. We've only gotten a chance to work together once, though not for lack of trying.

The video below has very bad sound - but you can see and feel the sheer joy and professionalism of Donna Summer working with CHIC.

I was the Music Director of a VH1 Diana Ross Divas special. Whatever I say today feels wrong, but what we both said that night was so right.

I respect you Donna. I miss you Donna. And most of all, I Love You Donna!

 

 

May 17, 2012 - Update by: @NileRodgers
After a day of traveling that started at 3:00 AM I arrived in Curacao and passed out. I'm leaving up yesterday's post and we can all comment on the newspaper coincidence again and give the people who missed it yesterday a chance to chime in.

Part of the living room in my NYC apartment

I spent yesterday night in my NYC apartment - but I had to get back to Connecticut for an early morning session. While walking through Grand Central Terminal to get the commuter train, I grabbed one of the many free newspapers they offer. This is something I never do because I get my news online.

What are the odds of the only newspaper I've ever taken at that station having these two stories exactly one page apart?

The first story was on Adam Lambert's new album Trespassing - and the article highlighted "Shady," a song that I'd worked on. The second story on the following page was on a new Diana Ross DVD, and it highlighted "I'm Coming Out," another song that I'd worked on. In fact, I co-wrote, orchestrated, co-produced, and played on it. It's from the album Diana, which happens to be the biggest selling album of her career.

I ask you once again, "What are the odds of these two songs being highlighted, in back-to-back articles about Adam Lambert and Diana Ross?

 

Walking through Grand Central Terminal to get the commuter train

What are the odds of the only newspaper I've ever taken at that station having these two stories exactly one page apart?

The first story was on Adam Lambert's new album Trespassing - and the article highlighted "Shady," a song that I'd worked on

The second story on the following page was on a new Diana Ross DVD, and it highlighted "I'm Coming Out"

The biggest selling album of her career - Diana

Adam Lambert

And Diana Ross

 

I was relaxing in my Chinese bed just before shooting a promo video message for an upcoming festival

I was relaxing in my Chinese bed just before shooting a promo video message for an upcoming festival. I got a call from my doctor's office and I knew it was my post-op cancer results. I felt good but I was also mentally prepared for bad news. I nervously answered the phone. The nurse said to me, "Your blood work results came in and it was The Best It Could Be."

I thanked her and hung up the phone. Then, for some strange reason a crazy situation popped into my head. A few months ago we did a corporate gig in Switzerland, and the agents who'd booked us were preparing us for bad news. Before our show they told us not to take it personally because it's a very corporate Swiss crowd and they don't dance at these concerts.

I told the agents, "The music we play makes people dance!"

The video's sound perspective changes because my guitar tech is walking throughout the room. Our very corporate Swiss crowd was dancing - and that result was The Best It Could Be.

 

The music we play makes people dance!

The music we play makes people dance!

The music we play makes people dance!

The music we play makes people dance!

The music we play makes people dance!