DJ Angry Face

I DJ every (most) Saturday at a night called The Plan. By "DJ" I mean play bands that I really like and hope people will like too. I don't expect people to dance.. I know my idea of "dance music" is different than 90% of the population. I'm not a cool DJ and I know this. Sometimes I'll play Pulp and feel weird about it. Usually I play Supergrass and feel good about it.

Anyway, let's get to my point. Most Plan attendees seem to understand this whole "uncool DJ" thing and while they will occasionally compliment/ask about something I play, they rarely make requests. This works out well for me cause I usually don't have whatever they want to hear. It's my biggest source of shame (but not really) "NO I DON'T HAVE ANY NEW ORDER!!" The problem comes when the 1am drunks come stumblin in looking for a round for last call. And of course, they want to dance. And request. And insult. I'm sure they're not trying to insult. I pray they're not. But all I hear when they talk is "bad DJ.. lame lame lame DJ."

This week a college-age drunk dancing girl told me to play "something good.. something we can dance to." I pointed out that she was dancing, on the stage in fact, to the Junior Boys track I had put on. That didn't seem to compute. She sorta just frowned at me. I sorta had to stop myself from slapping her. Later someone requested Led Zeppelin or Grateful Dead or Red Hot Chili Peppers. Thanks asshole*. How about you sit down and pretend this is the radio and just like whatever I play because I am the DJ and I am playing Dictator. Pretend I am WBCN.

So perhaps I should change my DJ name from DJ Bethany to DJ Not Cool, DJ Disappointment, or DJ No Requests Please. Or maybe people should just like the exact same music I do and build me a giant throne that says "Queen DJ Bethany" and parade me through the streets of Allston while I play some Imperial Teen and throw handfuls of candy to my adoring fans.


*he wasn't really an asshole. He ended up liking the Rapture and wrote down the name so he could download some songs. I still hate that drunk college girl though.