DJs are generally happy, easy going folks. However, every event has something that makes your DJ wish a little bit for you to disappear, and your fellow concert goers to hate your guts. We compiled the biggest pet peeves from our DJs, as well as our friends around the world.
Folks That Hang Out on Stage But Don’t Know the DJ – There’s nothing worse than someone standing behind you staring at you while you work, why do it to your DJ? They are forced to dodge people to grab gear, to get off stage, and even have to deal with the occasional gem that wants to set their drink down on their decks. You are the kitchen roaches of the DJ world. Go away. Seriously.
Whistles – Even though The Whistle Song (Blow My Whistle Bitch) was a hit in its day, that doesn’t mean it is at all loved now. Your slightly off-tempo loud whistle blaring in the ears of your fellow party goers not only pisses them off, but your DJ, too. It’s like a whistley train wreck that you are sharing with everyone. There is no way, unless this is your paid gig, and you are gleefully standing on stage next to your willing DJ, that this is welcome. It’s no longer 1998; stop it.
Vuvuzela – This is the whistle’s jet engine dickhead older brother, and its sole purpose is to make you look like a budget Ricola man and make sure everyone around you can’t hear a fucking thing. Once a beloved (kidding) sports time accessory, these have been banned pretty much everywhere except for dance parties, apparently. Your time is coming, asshole.
The Disco “Whoop-Whoop” – There’s nothing like an epic building trance set, accented with the occasional off-beat WOO from a lovely lady/man who is one cocktail away from showing their private bits to the world. However, our biggest audience pet peeve is the classy folks improving things with a disco “whoop-whoop” in a soothing progressive set. Your DJ thinks that you are a disrespectful asshole, and you are basically telling him or her that the set they curated just for you is boring. You are like the shitty heckler in the comedy show, except the staff at your favorite club or festival is too nice to throw you the fuck out.
Your song requests – I don’t care who you are, this is the dicky-est thing that someone can do to a DJ. They don’t care who you are or how much your girlfriend really wants to grind on you when you play her favoritestst pop mashup. They are here to take you on a ride and share their vision with you. You- over there, walking towards the booth with your shitty little napkin scrawled with a request for your house DJ to play “Levels,”- are the biggest scum in the club. Even Paris Hilton has since seen the error of her ways… are you really more dense than Paris Hilton??
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Journalist/blogger since 2009 and music lover since 1980. Bex now travels the world and writes and takes photos of dance events, creates art in various media, sings quietly to her cat in the shower, and occasionally builds something that tends to involve a blowtorch. She can usually be seen hiding behind some sort of camera rig.
