31st
DJ Don’ts
I played a corporate event last winter where one of the organizers was shocked to learn that I didn’t have a microphone and that I had a “no talking” policy. I didn’t understand at the time, but that was before I experienced Disco Normand.
Here in Quebec, it’s called “Disco Mobile”. You know the deal: cheesy, ’70s-era greaseballs who think YMCA is a great way to set the party off. Worse than the music was the DJ himself - this dick actually actually had the gall to insist on sitting at our table, drinking our wine, and complaining about the food that he wasn’t even supposed to be eating. Anyway, get a load of his business card that he left all over the place. And check out the last bullet point - am I misreading this, or is there an actual DJs union?
