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.
shorty asked me to play @Wale while I was playing @Wale.
— 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.
And, the beat goes on.
These bammas will never stop. Keep being creative with it, DJs. There are bunch of us who respect you for it.
The Newports one got me.
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