I was working at a club out of town a couple of weeks ago, and as I always do at a new place, I just start off by telling the DJ I like classic rock. Classic rock to me being Jimi Hendrix, the Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin, the Doors, Rush, David Bowie, etc. I wait until I have an idea of the club's format before I start bringing in my own stuff, which tends towards the more contemporary.
This guy plays Warrant and Def Leppard. Hee! Now, I know that being 15-20 years old, some hair metal is in "classic rock" territory, but I actually named the above artists and said, specifically, "stuff from the 60s and 70s." I cannot, for the life of me, imagine where he got an interest in hair metal from this.
Of course, this isn't as bad as the Portland DJ who had never heard "Bad Reputation" and "Cherry Bomb" before.
I'm a pretty easy-going dancer; I'll dance to just about anything except rap (look at me, do you think I could pull that off if I tried?) But oh, these DJs who confuse the 80s with the 60s (I encountered another one this week) work my nerves.
Oh, another funny thing: over the course of this past week, I've worked with three different DJs (same club). One asked me, "What's your favorite song?" I answered, as I always do, "'Waterloo Sunset' by the Kinks." "I don't think we have that," he said. Hah! "Oh, hell, not to dance to. I don't dance to the music I actually listen to."



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