You're An Outright Liar! But You're Money To Me Baby

I ran a disc jockey company for close to twenty years and provided musical entertainment for 700 parties annually.

In order to run a successful enterprise like this, one has to hire on some pretty good guys and gals. They must possess qualities such as personality, confidence, a good knowledge of music from different eras and most importantly a good rapport with the people in attendance at each and every event.

A disc jockey is one thing, but an entertainer -- now, that's a different category altogether. A good entertainer who can also choose the right 40-50 songs at any one party is a rare person to find. This person is "money in the Bank" because when he or she is sent out to play music for a party, you can be sure that this one individual will guarantee you 3-4 more parties down the road. That's money in your pocket and a great talent to have working for you.

It just so happened that I had a fellow like that. This one individual brought in at least 50 new parties a year for me and at $300 a crack back then, he could say anything he wanted to say. It didn't matter to me. The other disc jockeys would return to home base after each party and there was always a good story to be told. But this one fellow always had the best story of all -- and they were all lies! But, did I Care? "Heck, No!" He had dollar signs all over him. I wasn't gonna mess with that.

I had brides calling me up on Monday morning telling me that they liked the music at their mixed stag party but please don't send that disc jockey to the wedding because all he did was talk all night. Then the Dad's would call up and tell me they loved that guy and to please send him back for their daughters wedding in two weeks. Well, do I listen to the bride or the Dad? I listened to whoever was writing the cheque!

Now, this particular disc jockey worked for me for about 15 years and if I had the time and space, you'd be reading one of my novels that I could write - just about him.

For instance:

  • The party is over and here he comes. "Well, how was it ", I said. "Great party but I gotta tell you what happened " he blurted out. I replied with "O.K. I'm listening ." He went on to tell me that he had to relieve himself while one of the songs was playing so he disappeared into the men's room. He was only in there for about a minute when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He stopped what he was doing and answered the door. Well --to his utmost surprize -- it was --the Bride? What!
    She said to him, "I just wanted to thank you for doing such a great job tonight and I wanted to show you personally, my appreciation" ... - HuH?
    And people wondered why I called the company "BJ the DJ".
  • The party is over and here he comes. I had with me another Disc Jockey who had arrived home before Mr. Liar Face. We were sitting there talking about the open heart surgery his son had gone through when he was only a year old. Liar Face (I'll call him that so you who I'm talking about) just stood there listening and at times popped in with a few questions. The following week after another night of parties, the fellows all arrived home as usual and were sitting around talking about the things that went on at their dances. Mr. Liar Face asked me in a rather loud and pronounced voice - "You know last week what you guys were talking about - you know, that open heart surgery thing"? Everyone quieted down and Mr. Face went on now that he had the full attention of everyone around him. "Well - I didn't want to say anything then, but -- I had open heart surgery myself when I was a kid." Yah, right, I said. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a massive long scar down the center of his chest. "Holy Cow!" We all looked at each other.
    About a year later, I had "Liar Face" over to build an office for me in the garage. It was a hot day but he had volunteered for the job. As he was working, his shirt was off in the heat of the afternoon and I noticed that the scar he had showed us a year earlier was no longer there. I stood back in amazement and went in from the garage to tell Judy that his scar was gone. Well -- she told me to go back out and confront him about this but I wasn't about to. I don't like to embarrass anyone and to this day, I have never mentioned it to him.
  • The party is over and here he comes. "Well, how was it?" I asked. "Good party, but I would have liked to have been at the Coliseum" , he said. "What do you mean?" "Oh, didn't I tell you. My security staff is there for the Garth Brooks show." "What security staff?" He went on to say -- "I started up this security company years ago. You didn't know about it?" -- "Ah, No." He continued, "Well, anyways, I got a call a few weeks ago that they needed my crew tonight for the concert, so I sent the lads down to the show earlier today. I knew I had a party to do for you so I didn't go to the Coliseum. Can I use your phone to make a call?" I told him to go ahead and use it.
    As he was on the phone, he was talking loud and I heard him ask for Garth. "Hello Garth -- how was the show --blah, blah, blah, for about a minute. O.K. -- glad everthing went well --say hi to the wife." I asked him who he was talking to and he told meĀ  -- "Garth Brooks".
    Judy and I sat there in disbelief. After he left our house I went over to the phone and pressed "Redial". The number that showed up was, you guessed it -- Mr. Liar Face's home telephone. He had been talking to his own voice recorder. Again, Judy told me to go and confront him on this, but I never did. Would any of you readers ask him about it? O.K. You probably would, but I don't wish embarrassment on anyone.

And so there it is, a few examples of what a true liar can come up with. I read an aricle in Hub Pages about the six ways to define a pathological Liar (compulsive liar). I didn't agree with many of the statements in that article because I actually had one of these guys in my home for many years and he never displayed any of the attributes discussed in the article -- like missing dates and making excuses. He never missed a party in 15 years and never once made up excuses for anything. You see, A real, true pathological Liar is somone who actually believes what he says and truly believes that what he says has really happened, so how can I embarrass someone like that.

I noticed a scar on his head where his hairline was receding and so maybe this guy did have an operation or two, but it certainly wasn't on his heart -- his brain was more like it. So, No Way! I wasn't about to embarrass this man. He truly believes what he says and besides -- his tales make wonderful fireside stories.

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Teylina 5 years ago

Wish I'd had you around when my daughter got married. Not sure how she'd have said 'thanks,' but at least there'd have been a reason to! DJ/vocalist/music ruined (or helped) ruin a beautiful bride's reception. Worse than a liar: he strayed from music requested, broke/lost her cd's, got louder when asked not to, and we discovered later he'd told a promoter about the gig and to "drop by and see what we can do!" Do remember "Cocaine" more than once! Ooh! If I'd known! Good hub. Entertaining info on entertainment! And FUNNY!


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ianleverette47 5 years ago from Brinston, Ontario Canada Author

I was at my niece's wedding a few years back and the music was terrible. My older cousin came up to me and said:"Ian, can you not say something to this guy --- he's awfull."

I politely asked him if he had any older music for the older folks and he told me ---- "well --- like what?" I said -- "Got any Elvis --- like Can't help falling in Love?" His reply was ---sorry -no Elvis.

What can I say -- when the bride and groom decide on a disc jockey, the parents should also be involved in this selection, no matter who is paying the bill. Some brides and grooms are only thinking about their friends and seem to forget about Aunts, Uncles and grandparents.

When I hired people to work for me, I watched and listened to all the comments. I had good people but the odd bad one popped up from time to time. Taking on 10 weddings each night is a hard thing to do and after 20 years, that was enough for me.


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WannaB Writer 5 years ago from Templeton, CA

This is all new to me. Most of my friends did not have bands or DJ's at their receptions. We had simple wedding and reception, so we didn't have one either. It's interesting to see how the rest of the world lives.

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