“take our picture!”

It’s bad enough when you interrupt me for requests.

But at least I understand that.

You look at me and think “Play me my music! Now Monkey boy!”

When you look at me and say “Take my picture! Now Monkey Boy!”

“can you hold my coat?”

Many clubs and bars have Coat Check in the cooler months.

They offer a secure place to leave your coat for a nominal fee.

There are usually many signs showing where Coat Check is available.

Usually it’s right near the entrance or near the restrooms.

“can I plug this in?”

The DJ booth is full of wires, plugs, cables, and random cords.

There usually aren’t enough outlets for all the equipment that I need.

Rarely is there an extra outlet for you to plug your phone into.

drunk friends

Dear Friends,

Thank you for coming out and supporting my gig.

I really appreciate it, but I have to let you in on a little secret.

I hate you right now.

shoving your phone in my face

As noted in a previous post, phones today hold a ton of music.

This is creating a new trend – one that I can’t fucking stand.

You come up to the booth and just shove your phone/ipod/walkman in my face.

You don’t say anything, you just expect me to play the song on your phone.

talking to me while I’m mixing

You know how when you take a picture acting like you are a DJ

And you jump behind the turntables and put a headphone on one ear?

When I’m doing that, I’m not posing.  I’m actually working.

I know it looks super cool and all, but there’s music in those headphones.

“youtube it!”

This ridiculous command comes about in one of two ways.

Option 1 – You ask for a song, I tell you I don’t have it.

(Which really just means I don’t want to play it, by the way.)

You tell me it’s on YouTube, and I can just play it off of there.