This started as a reply to DJPhear's thread, but it needed to be split, so here you go...
DJPhear, how could you stand to do those weddings?!
The guy who got me started way back doing Spring Break work tried to convince me to work with him doing them.
After twice going with him to check it out and theoretically get trained a bit, I wanted to vomit, lol...
Then a few weeks ago I went ahead and did one as a favor to a friend who works in the bar next door--I had agreed 6 months ago only under the condition that there would be no tacky shit, no Grandma doing the Funky Chicken, etc.
Well, that was a mistake. It was horrible. The groom wanted Rancid and Social Distortion, the bride wanted Frank Sinatra, the guests wanted every tacky song from every bad genre in the last thirty years, the wedding planner was a total bitch, etc., etc.
At least the wedding planner backed off after a few snarls from me, and the reminder that I would be doing this for free if necessary and I just wanted to do the job (meaning back the fuck off, bitch), and my walking away from the mike entirely when she started snippily reminding me that the "tables to the buffet" schedule was 20 minutes behind.
She took care of the tables thing, I wound up going outside to smoke cigarettes for a bit.
The bride was actually very apologetic, she knew it wasn't what I agreed to, and insisted on paying me, even if I was admittedly a rotten wedding DJ, lol...
The highlight of the night was when this guy with a shaved and tattoed head, sunglasses (at 9 PM), and a gigantic spike through his lower lip took over for a while, and started singing on the mike. I went outside again and let him. He was actually pretty cool, though, and I came back in when he played Type O Negative--we wound up having a little fun then, for about 5-10 minutes maybe. then he left to go talk to the hot girl that was drooling all over him, and I was stuck with the rednecks and the DJ from Boston who kept asking for C & C Music factory.
I lied and said I didn't have it, even though it's on one of my compilation CDs somewhere.
The drunk guys and the cute kids finally started dancing when I stopped playing the groom's music and busted out the Notorious Big. But it was embarassing to watch them, and then the hotel security guard started freaking out when someone requested Snoop Dogg, and "Bitch, come suck my dick!", or whatever started blaring out of the speakers. Fortunately the kiddies had left at that point, and it was the last song I played.
But I was never so glad to wrap up a gig in my life, and I've had some bad ones.



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(not that I'd *EVER* do that! lol)

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