Petting Party

Last night I DJ’ed at a friend’s 30th birthday. The theme was ’80s prom so as you can see I went a bit New Romantic. It was really fun but I did experience a bit of rudeness that shocked me. I’ve DJ’ed on and off for about 5 years and never has what happened last night, happened to me before. I was so pissed off I unplugged my headphones and refused to continue playing. In my defence I wasn’t being paid and it takes *a lot* to hack me off when I’m playing. I’ve taken a lot of shit over the years from drunken idiots but last night took the biscuit.

People were coming into the DJ booth and standing in my way in front of the decks and not leaving when I asked them to. People were getting annoyed when I didn’t have a particular tune they requested (I had over 7 hours of ’80s music). And one girl asked if she could put a song off her ipod and when I told she could after the song I had queued up she had a tantrum and called me a liar. To my face. And wouldn’t get out of the DJ booth.

Despite all this I did have a really good time and actually not taking their shit was the best thing ever because sometimes you just have to stand up for yourself. It’s taken me a long, long, long time to realise that I don’t have to take shit from anyone. God, I wish I’d learnt that years ago.

Anyway, enough ranting. Here’s all that babble summed up into two crucial points:

• Respect DJs
• Don’t take shit from anyone

To end this blog post on a light note, here’s the surprise hit from last night that I kinda expected to bomb (haha, and yet I played it regardless) but went down a storm…

Peace out. x

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