done with DJing

Seconded, it completely redeems the unspeakably awful original.

The songs that worked the best were "Two Months Off" by Underworld, "Miss Modular" by Stereolab, and some late'70s Willie Bobo track. And by "best", I mean that there were about three enthusiastic and very drunk people dancing. No more than that. One of them was a semi-semi-semi-famous actress, and that was cool I suppose.

Daft Punk? Cleared the room. Strange crowd.

I kept wishing I hadn't hauled that much equipment out there, I would have bailed. But I figured I would stick it out, maybe catch a phone number from some girl on the way out. no dice. I did, however, drink six beers.

Mark it in the "win" column and call it a day.

but of course no, i just deal with dumbasses who want to hear nothing but top 40 and complain if i play "Thriller" by Michael jackson because it's too old/he's a sicko, complain if I play Jay-Z because he's east coast (might want to lose the NY Yankees cap then, pal), and apparently clear the floor when "Kiss" by Prince comes on. then i go home with a few bottles of beer--smuggled from the fridge--and my turntables--which are covered in a thin sheen of beer sweat from people hanging over the table and talking to me, begging me to play something more danceable (because after all TOXIC just isn't a DANCE SONG, right??).

then it's 4am and I'm alone and lugging my shit inside in the rain, blah blah blah. i should have known better on this party, actually. but i did it anyway.

he said "there will be a loooooooooooooooong MOURNING, i'm sure of that"

he's going to go into mourning but he's determined
omg what a strong-willed man

If I thought "Sex for me!" every time I DJed, I would be the most miserable person on earth.

Not everyone is as lucky as Da Pumpsta.

OMG HYSTERICS

This thread is sort of exactly the opposite of one I was going to start after coming in on Thursday night in the early hours and being too excited to sleep.

Our night has been doing better and better recently, just more people wanting to come down and the atmosphere going through the roof. I played on Thursday and it was just people pogoing and screaming from the beginning of the set till the end, absolutely brilliant. The rush you get from that many people and that much energy is just insane, I had like 2 beers and I was just so hyped up after it. Probably one of the best nights out I've had.

I hope this isn't like rubbing it in your face gear, I guess I just wanted to tell you how good it can be. (I didn't get the threesome you describe)

I mean, I could also tell stories about playing places like what you describe, and as you suggest there's nothing worse than how rude people will be to a DJ who isn't playing music they like. There's just something really fucking horrible about people getting pissed off with what you're playing.

But as I say, if you really want to enjoy it you have to make your own crowd come to you, the people you think will like what you're doing.

the last gig I did like that was absolutely horrible, people practically storming the dj box, drunk and pissed off. I did get paid 150 euro though.

We didn't have sex, though.

we didn't have sex, though.

I'm constantly thinking about stopping djing, it's a huge drain financially and I don't really expect to get to play to more than 30 or so people (mostly friends) anytime in the next few years. I enjoy having a drink and mixing some records after work, by myself or with my friends, so I just keep doing it for that reason.

if you know you're going to DJ a really shitty party, make a guarantee for either sex or money -- with a high weight for choosing a money guarantee.

steve! u available on november 25th??

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http://www.clubclique.co.uk/

No, not really, but I guess that's not surprising since I don't dj.

I was planning to come up for this one. I'd like to do it if Mr M can't.

To answer the question: yes, I did sometimes feel bitter, but if I entertained myself, the waitstaff and one or two non-clueless people a night, it was generally worth it (or worth it enough that I didn't quit -- until I got sacked, that is.)

on a related note: miccio will hover over the booth like a vulture, craning his neck to see what ive cued up. dude, do this again and im a-gonna punch you.

But hey, that was the rave scene - a whole other beast entirely. More recently some friends and I started a weekly club night which was (intentionally) all over the map musically. Not exactly a new concept, I realise... Anyway, we had some good nights, but there were a lot of dead nights which left me with that 'why did we bother with all this' feeling, since we really put a lot of effort into it. And again, this was an event where we were playing what we wanted and at least the limited people who did show up were into what we played. But I always had fantasies of being the next 'it' night in town and we'd have cues outside and all that, and it just never happened, which bummed me out. Sure, an ego thing I suppose, but it does feel crappy.

Gear, I can't imagine being stuck playing tunes you barely like and even then getting no reaction and/or bitched out about it. I would set fire to the place I think.

also, expecting anything other than a disappointing night, will end in disappointment.

That is hilarious. What's next? "Motherfucker - gonna beat you DOWN if you don't play some Jim Croce!"

I DJ'd this small club in town for a few years, many things on this thread seem familiar. I still do parties and weddings but not regular club gigs, although I'm thinking of getting back into it.

-- BARMS (...), Tuesday 6:30 PM

Dearest BARMS, we have thought long and hard and decided that we're very sorry but we'll have to decline your kind offer at this point in time. Please feel free to apply again.

Yours, Clique

I kid I kid, yeah it'd be a delight for you to DJ for us. Send an email to club.clique@gmail.com with the type of stuff you'd play so we can start mentioning it out and about and that.

there were some definite high points, like an cipher at last call with a couple rocksteady cats, and free shots of hennesy when the local thugs approved of a song.

then one night a gun was waved in the air during a massive brawl and the coffin was knocked over. after the air cleared my hands were shaking too much to cue.

that was the end of that gig.

Those were the days of wine and roses...

Sometimes you get a bad crowd though (especially in LA) suck it up my man and never ever play to frat boys.