Another entry in an ongoing series about the realities, challenges and tactics of spinning records in public for pay…
…wherein I give you an insider perspective into the observations of the people laboring skillfully to make sure you have a fun night on the town.
Dude offered me a dollar to play "Return of the Mack". I offered him five dollars to stop making requests.
— Tomas de Paris (@DayOldTakes) April 23, 2011
Shrewd cost/benefit analysis.
— Rhome (@DJStylus) April 30, 2011
Happens all the time.
Fuck it. Dropping Rasberry Beret.
— J Boogie (@jboogiejustin) April 30, 2011
a.k.a. the CTRL-ALT-DEL move.
Somebody dropped $100 on the turntable for me to play something…its not ur party n I'm not a fuckin jukebox…imma give this to charity
— DJ Jazzy Jeff (@djjazzyjeff215) May 20, 2011
File under “aspirational”, “#firstworldproblems“, “integrity” and “perspective”.
Dude: "You do the records with the computer? I never see those anymore. Just an iPod." Me: o_O
— Rhome (@DJStylus) July 26, 2011
Planned Obsolescence: The Extinction Agenda.
Some white dude tried to tip me a pack of Newports for keeping his crew of ladies dancing. Racist? Racist.
— Steven Faith (@stereofaith) July 31, 2011
Focused marketing campaign + high nicotine content = addicted Negroes. Still racist though.