My First Solo DJ Gig
My DJ mentor, Tim Chisam (www.whatadj.com), taught me how to bring the fun to every party. It sounds easy, but it’s NOT!! Here’s an example of when it’s hard.
My first solo “gig” was a surprise 40th birthday party for an engineer. Yep an ENGINEER! A group of introverted left brain cubical dwellers. I was nervous to say the least, but why worry? I was sure they’d drink themselves silly and at that point who cares if the DJ sucks, right?
I arrived to find that the “surprise” party was in the front driveway of the client’s house, and there was way less alcohol then my optimistic imagination had pictured. Not to worry I’m a professional after all. I was trained by the best and I can handle a semi-sober group of math nerds.
Things were going smoothly. They had a Marilyn Monroe impersonator and a nice buffet. They even had to refill the tub with more beer. No one was stumbling drunk yet but there was time. I started the dancing slow and then began working in some faster beats. I was able to get a whopping 6 people on the floor at any given time. Maybe that wasn't great but it was something.
Then disaster struck… Thinking I knew what the crowd wanted, I put on the “Conga”. Whoops! People left that floor like cockroaches from light. I was in panic mode. I reached into the deepest part of my amateur dj brain and hoped to find a miracle. It was time to bring out the big guns, “YMCA”. Perfect! No one can resist it. As the music started, I looked up expecting to see a swarm of engineers with looks of child like joy on their faces as they rushing the dance floor……., but that was not the case. In the middle of the dance floor stood one man, dressed in blue. The Po Po was shutting us down.
Apparently the hostess didn’t invite all of the neighbors to the party and someone felt slighted. So when 10:00pm hit it was music off per city noise ordinance. I was forced to give up my moment of vindication and settle for sitting the rest of the night outside on the porch playing music while my speakers were nice and toasty inside the house.
The clients were very nice and even gave me a little something extra. I'm sure they felt bad about leaving me outside all night like a pair of muddy boots that you don’t want on your carpet.
I guess what I’m trying to say is if you are going to hire a first time DJ, then please make sure to knock out a cell tower or two so your neighbors can’t call the cops.
Thank you to the few if any that read this whole post. I would love to hear from anyone that has a story, bad or good, about DJs they've seen. You can also check out my site at Phoenix Disk Jockey.