Wayne, I've noticed this sort of thing before.
Are you sure you're a real DJ?
You seem unwilling to play the Classics.
Like I said above, are you sure you're a real DJ? Everybody knows we rock up with an array of lights designed to blind most of the guests, while playing some execrable " music " at deafening levels. That's what we do.
Or sadly, what some people still
think we do.
Errr, Gary are you sure? Socrates was even older and smarter than me, lived in ancient Greece, and died from drinking a poisonous brew, Hemlock.
Blimey, I've got a lot in common with him.
OK, to mine. What a cracker. Wedding in a marquee the far side of Hull. Deciding access times and my duties had been tricky. We settled for a time, and I arrived early. The weather was interesting, as I'd driven through torrential rain on the way, with traffic on the dual carriageway down to a crawl. Didn't bode well for a gig in a field.
Turns out they'd not had a drop of rain all day, ( or as it turns out, all night ) yippee.
Arrived early, and gained access to my space when allowed. Parked the van right outside the panel we unzipped, magic. Not a huge tent, so didn't take a lot of kit, the 12" LDs were more than enough for sound, and two battens and moonflowers sufficed for lights. ( See Wayne, others can do minimal as well.
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Lovely young couple, and fabulous guests. They didn't want a first dance, but yielded under pressure and picked Drop Kick Murphys- Rose Tattoo from their list " to set things off with a lively one ". Blimey, it did! Shut Up And Dance followed nicely, and I had a good floor for a surprisingly long time. Sunny weather and games outside, it was only half eight, no way was I going to get them going that early, so Stevie Wonder- I Just Called went on, and earned me a
ing from a lady who pointed out that it wasn't smoochy time, what about some ( faster, obviously ) Tamla and Soul.
Point taken, so I did that, and a healthy floor followed. Then I got asked for some Sixties. Packed floor.
This sort of style was working fantastically, along with cherry picking from the list. Tiger feet really did the trick, among others. A hog roast appeared, and I put Soul Banana on while I headed over to the catering tent to partake. My but it was good.
I was down for a midnight finish, but bearing in mind we were in a marquee miles from anywhere, the drink was free, and the guests ( and DJ ) were having a ball, I was sure a spot of overtime was on the cards, and I hit midnight with songs in hand. My playlist was working really well, and we'd moved along to Rock/Metal/Indie by now. The groom asked if I'd do another hour. No problem. Getting a bit heavier now, Enter Sandman went down a storm. Bit of Iron Maiden, G'n'R, Def Leppard gave me the chance to slip one in from the playlist I've never done at a gig before, Barracuda, by Heart.
The last hour flew by, and it was time to pack up, and it was one of those rare gigs where it was exactly the right time to end. Bride and Groom were delighted, packing up took longer because guests were chatting to me saying how good it had been.
If only they were all like that.
Client meeting soon, and a packed ten days ahead. Going to see Don Henley tomorrow.