He’s unavoidable. Sometimes “he” is a “she”. This is the person that requests a song
from the DJ and if they don’t hear it right away they get upset. Sometimes these people are mental and
feel directly “dissed” if you don’t play their song. Let me share a story with you.
So, I’m minding my own
business, doing the DJ thing at a gig and a server comes up to me and points
into the disco abyss saying that “that guy over there wants to hear (fill in
blank)”. I can’t see whom she’s
pointing at and more importantly, if he wants to hear a song he needs to get up
and ask for it in person. It
wasn’t a “no request” night so I had no problem playing a request. Why didn’t I play what this unidentified,
non-social stranger wanted? I didn’t have it.
As the night progresses I
forget about the mysterious request guy.
People that are unseen and antisocial are easy to forget throughout the
course of a night. Angry that he
didn’t hear what he wanted, the guy makes his presence known and says, “You
dissed me. You didn’t play my
song. You just F$#%ed yourself out
of a hundred dollar tip.” I could
hardly contain my laughter because the guy reeked of body odor and alcohol and
I would’ve been damned surprised if he had a hundred dollars to his name, yet
alone a hundred dollars to tip the DJ.
I tried to be polite and ask the guy if he wanted to hear something
else, but he was dead set on being drunk, smelly and confrontational. I guess me laughing at him the whole
time didn’t help either. I like
jokes. I laugh at jokes. He presented himself to me as a joke…so
I laughed. He stormed off with his
long tail of body odor after reiterating that I missed out on a hundred dollar
tip.
Have I ever been tipped $100
on a DJ gig? Yes, several times
and sometimes even more. I
socialize with people of many different walks of life and several different
economic situations. People that
have money act differently from people that do not have money. Sure, there is the ghetto-acting
nouveau riche, but generally behavior patterns are the same; people that have
money don’t threaten to have it…they flaunt it and flash it.
Had our smelly little
friend truly had a desire to entice and control the DJ with a one hundred
dollar bill, the night would have played out as follows. He would have walked up to me, slid a
folded bill into my hand discreetly, passive aggressively demanded that I play
his request, smiled and walked away.
Every blue moon there is the obnoxious older guy that wants to impress
his suspiciously young girlfriend by saying something like, “Take this crap off
now and play (fill in blank) because my girlfriend wants to hear it” before he
tosses a $100 bill on my DJ mixer.
Whatever the case, nobody threatens to tip…they just tip.
So the lesson for today
kids is that if someone says you somehow messed up and cheated yourself out of
some tip money on a DJ gig…don’t believe it. Tippers tip and sh#$ talkers talk sh$%. The end.
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