Bouncer; ok, you meet the dress code and your ID checks out, that’ll be 30 bucks, sir.
Customer – ok, here (hands bouncer a paper)
Bouncer – what is that?
Customer- read it, sir.
Bouncer - a bill?
Customer — I owe you 30 but I am charging you 14 for searching me, violating my privacy even though I am innocent, and another 12 bucks for judging my clothes because that is just plain insulting, 8 bucks for paying a DJ an insulting amount of money, just to press ‘play’ and then passing the cost of it on to me, and finally 10 bucks, which is the cost of buying water in the club since you just confiscated my water. so essentially, YOU owe ME 14 bucks. Pay up. Sir.
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Bouncer; ok, you meet the dress code and your ID checks out, that’ll be 30 bucks, sir.
Customer – ok, here (hands bouncer a paper)
Bouncer – what is that?
Customer- read it, sir.
Bouncer - a bill?
Customer — I owe you 30 but I am charging you 14 for searching me, violating my privacy even though I am innocent, and another 12 bucks for judging my clothes because that is just plain insulting, 8 bucks for paying a DJ an insulting amount of money, just to press ‘play’ and then passing the cost of it on to me, and finally 10 bucks, which is the cost of buying water in the club since you just confiscated my water. so essentially, YOU owe ME 14 bucks. Pay up. Sir.
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April 9th, 2006 at 1:23 pm
really you are paying the dj not to press play.. but to bring his collection of records which he probably spends 2-300 dollars a month on… and the experience to not sound bad. Bad as in knowing when to play the right song and not fucking up.
April 9th, 2006 at 9:08 pm
anybody who can learn to supersize your fries can learn to be a dj, and they would all be better than every single dj i have ever seen.
here is a good dj should do: put on AMERIKKKA’S MOST WANTED on track one and then leave the room for an hour. then come back and put on JAMES BROWN LIVE AT THE APPOLLO on repeat, leave the club, go to the bus stop, and go home. total work time: 1 hour and 10 seconds. total calories burned: 5. notice how there is no 300 dollars of records bought.
i mean, saying djing is hard is like some blonde explaining how being a cheerleader is like totally hard. the only hard part is getting the job, and competing with the other 1,000 people that want to do it.