I was asked to be the DJ at a party of a friend of mine and happily said yes thinking that this could be fun… wrong! Being a DJ is the worst job in the world!
I thought I’d play some unusual, yet well known and catchy stuff. You know, personally, I really can’t stand to hear “Song 2”, “Creep” and “Chop Suey!” at parties anymore, but apparently I’m in the minority here. People want to hear the same old 20 songs over and over. Okay, fair enough, those songs are great, if totally overplayed.
What made things really BAD was that the guy who gave the party had apparently invited all sorts of people with completely different tastes in music. So when I played “my kind” of music there would be 10 angry disco chicks and their gay friends (no offense, just a matter of fact) literally yelling and throwing stuff at me. Those people were real music fascists! Anyway, I tried to make everyone happy and let them choose a song (after I had insisted that Ricky Martin would NEVER be played as long as I was responsible for the music). So, the next thing I know is that Boney M blasts throught the speakers and everyone with a respectable taste in music looks at me as if I was the anti-christ. How hummiliating.
It went like this back and forth through every bad musical genre imaginable until I finally decided to shout at anybody who approached me and just play what I wanted to. Surprisingly, things got much better then.
I’ve learned that you can’t argue with music-fascists. You just have to blow them away with some rock music and be a fascist yourself! Ricky Martin, my ass…
Posted on Sun, 20 March 2005 at 20:24
