Alright, I know everyone’s played some shitty shows but damn, last night may take the cake. Double set at a house party with a friend of mine, I start at midnight and about 20 mins in the cops come and I’ve got people yelling at me to turn it down. The cops leave, they yell at me to turn it up. This goes back and forth for about another 40 minutes, eventually I get some drunk asshole who decides it’s a good idea to yank the cords out of my setup to make a point about the volume. This of course almost blows out the speakers and as the room gets filled with the horrible sound of technical error he’s threatening to hit me in the face unless it stops in 5 seconds, he even gave me the countdown.
Finally I get everything reconnected and of course it’s time for every girl there to ask me to youtube miley cyrus or at least let them plug in their ipods, probably my biggest pet peeve while DJing. An hour and a half later I’m one of the last people at this party and I’m disconnecting everything and getting it packed up. I go upstairs to find a drink as I was told that I get to drink for free, grab a beer out of the case and BAM I’m getting yelled at for stealing by the drunkest of the drunk bitches. This of course turns into a naughty word fight and ends with me walking 30 blocks home with a backpack full of expensive and heavy equipment as my ride had left and I was no longer “allowed” to stay at the house to sleep it off.
Damn dude.. That really takes the cake. I’ve had similar things happen but not all at once. One time everyone kept accidentally unplugging my main power supply every 5 minutes. So frustrating but nowhere near as bad as your night!
I HATE people who want you to stop everything so they can plug in their iPod for some shitty Justin Bieber bollocks. Fuck off and let me get on with it, or ask ME the DJ to play something. I probably won’t play it, but feel free to ask…
I have had my share of bad house party gigs. I had a similar situation with the cops and some drunk bimbo yelling at me to turn it up, then turn it down.
For every bad house gig, I have had a really great one. So don’t sweat it.
I always hate to pull the “I’m the DJ” thing when it comes to beverages but sometimes that’s what it comes down to. I’ve bartered to play some pretty awful things, things you can never take back, to get peoples’ beers and liquor.
I’m sorry about your terrible gig. I hope you don’t have to ever play a party like that again.
ahhh the classic house party guests you cant beat them
was at a party once had a long track on as i went to get a drink came back to find some dude putting in a a new cd…and it was just 200bpm speedcore metal,safe to say WTF’s around the room.and i hate the ipod thing
A friend of a friend had a promoter (and I use that term loosely) in a town roughly 125 miles from where I used to live back then. He was organizing a rave and wanted me and a friend to play, and we had only been spinning for like a year so we thought it sounded cool to play outside of Stockholm. “Unfortunately” there would be no presale for the rave, so we would get paid for both the trip to and from this farmers town, and the gig itself, afterwards.
We go by train and arrive at the station where he would pick us up. No one is there. We wait and wait and wait. No one shows up. We call. No one answers. After waiting two hours, a guy in a really small car shows up to pick up the FIVE of us. We also had a Technics 1200 turntable with us that he was supposed to buy.
Anyway, after going to some really shitty restaurant we arrive at the location of the rave around 10 pm and it’s a fucking CABIN by the water which looks like it would fall apart at any second. We go in, hook up the gear and start playing. Our three friends are the only ones on the dance floor. After roughly an hour some drugged out moron shows up and starts threatening us – he’s 6’10”, 300 lbs and super aggressive so we try to play it cool and he leaves after kicking a hole in the door to the “DJ-booth”. During the entire evening there are technical issues: the speakers crack up, the mixer loses a channel, the amp gets over heated etc etc.
A few hours later we have to leave the party in a hurry through the back door because the monster tried to strangle my friend with a telephone cord!
Since we know absolutely no one in this town we just walk around on the streets until the bus station opened and we could go in there to sleep a while until the first bus back to civilization.
Oh, and we never got paid. Not for the trip and not for the gig.
