Last Night a DJ Saved My Life

Everybody loves the DJ. Male or female, they are the ones with all the great tunes. Trendsetters, nerds, hoarders, or introverts. Being a DJ is like being a priest. You have followers who rely on you to provide them with a transcendental experience that helps them temporarily freeing the minds of their normal inhibitions. DJing is like making love. There is “foreplay” needed before the magic happens. One must be careful not to rush into the act, or climax too soon. First, you must get to know the crowd. Are they dancing? Are heads nodding? Toes tapping? The crowd’s reaction to each song should inform the choice of what to play next.

Being a DJ is a cool job: you get paid to party and to CONTROL the party. Then there are the perks. Free food and drinks, and if you’re good, everyone loves you. Some of them love you so much, they will want to go home with you!

But most of the DJs… ok MANY of them do not choose to become DJs for these perks alone. Admittedly, there are those among them who do it because it’s a cool job that beats digging ditches. But it’s all about emotions: “We love the feeling you get from being in a room full of people who love what you are playing. There’s nothing like looking out from the DJ booth at a thousand faces, waiting to hear what you’re going to play next. Something magical happens… Suddenly, every song is enthusiastically embraced by the crowd with screams of delight.”

As great as being a DJ is, it’s not all fun and games and there is hard work involved. Listening to obscene amounts of music is a DJ’s biggest obsession. Digging for gems. This is why you pay your girlfriend no attention when she asks, “When are you going to get rid of all these old records?” Please. They will be here long after you’re gone, sister.

In the crowd, most people are drunk with no sense of personal space. They shout right to the DJ’s ear: “Dude, can you play that one song? You know, that one that goes…” But all DJs share a common bond: a passion for music and party. They live for the beat and march to the beat of a different drum. It’s not easy; they just make it look that way.

So, the next time your drunk friends bark their requests in the DJ’s ear, go up to him and say, “Hey man, I know what it’s like.”

Bali Pocket Magazine