Probing the minds of stupid people in the club
Science August 26th, 2008Andre Harris - “10 Things Not To Say To A DJ”
I mean, how is it that stupid people ALL OVER THE WORLD all end up reading from the same script when they decide they want to inflict psychic pain on you while you’re trying to rock the party?
I’ve built upon this with scores of my DJ colleagues and the uniformity of the stories is fascinating. Someone has to do a psychological study on it. I’ve collected tons of data first hand over the years. Is there some shared genetic defect in stupid people that is triggered by a nightclub environment? Does that have to do with the fact that stupid people are statistically more likely to go out to certain clubs? It’s like a perverse feedback loop of causality. Do they all get together in a huddle before they come to the club to maximize the annoyance factor of their strategy? Perhaps it’s a conspiracy waged by an international cabal of stupid people with the shared goal of driving all DJs into early retirement.
The one that makes me want to beat myself in the forehead with ball peen hammer is:
“Everyone wants to hear it.”
AAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!
I’ve actually asked folks if they really polled the whole club to arrive at this assertion, just like in the song. Things usually go downhill from there.
I’ve grown pretty heartless over the last couple of years. My patience has been worn away to a cold, hard steely sheen, especially because there’s something about DJs that make people want to heap abuse on us in ways they would never dare in any other aspect of human interaction. Folks consistently say things to me that would automatically earn them a punch in the mouth if I weren’t behind the decks. Of course, I can’t do that, even if it’s warranted.
But woe unto the clubtards that approach me these days because I don’t hesitate to dispense liberal doses of non-violent face crack. And it doesn’t matter how fat your ass is and how much cleavage you jiggle in front of me. That will actually make me more likely to hurt your feelings. It’s funny to observe the strain on the faces of attractive women who can’t process the idea of a heterosexual man telling them no. Actually, that applies mostly to an environment where the primary goal of every man is to catch their attention.
Despite the effective coping mechanisms I’ve developed, I can’t WAIT to play this song. Thanks Andre.






September 2nd, 2008 at 11:05 am
OMG Stylus. Thanks for sharing this. My laugh for the day. I am DEAD and buried at the following:
If you need me to play you a song to get laid, you got serious problems.
Did you poll everybody at the club. Get on out of here!
Do not sing for the DJ.
Go dance or just sit down.
We don’t have time to listen to your stories.
I think it’s dude’s voice and tone that makes this so hilarious.
Whew! I feel for ya’ll. Lord knows I do. And please tell me no fool has ever asked for a song list. This ain’t no damn restaurant! But like you say, people are dumb.
Those tig ole bitties didn’t automatically make you throw on ole girl’s jam huh? I bet they walk away thinking “He must be gay.” Why can I just see you hurting their feelings? LMAO!
September 2nd, 2008 at 1:44 pm
Yes, I have had people ask for a song list. They want me to stand there and recite songs until I say something they approve of. Back in the solely vinyl days, people would demand with a straight face to SHUFFLE THROUGH MY CRATES.
“Can I see what you have?”
Do you know what kind of hole I will stare into your forehead behind that silly shit?
I’m saying… the stuff in this song happens to ALL DJs EVERYWHERE. And those 10 are only scratching the surface.
I’ve had people sing songs at me at 2 out of my 3 most recent gigs. I just give them the Autistic DJ Face. I’ve been trying to teach that one to my friends. It’s way more effective than words.
And I only hurt feelings if you’re rude. I can even tolerate stupid as long as you’re nice. But it’s crazy how people will be so blithely rude and foul, but when you dismiss them accordingly they have the nerve to get OFFENDED.
September 17th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
Someone tried to sing their request at me last night.
She didn’t know the name of the song.
You have to play this song! I know you know it! It goes “where the cash at… where the cash at.”
I bet it’s called Where The Cash At.
But which one??!!?
She was dead serious and pleading with her eyes. And she ended up disappointed.
I suppose I could have googled it from my phone but the result would have been the same.
September 24th, 2008 at 8:07 am
I play a very very different style of music in another continent but exactly the same thing happens:
“Do you have anything I can dance to?” surrounded by people dancing.
“Can you play some 80s pop music?”… At a techno night.
We now have a “No Fucking Requests” laminated sign, it helps, a bit.