last night just further reinforced in my mind the absolute necessity of this.
friends drag me to this party because friend of theirs had some "art" up, and the dj was just fucking atrocious. had no sense of flow or structure, cut from roots reggae to house and would go from high energy all of a sudden back to mellow. nothing made sense, and then he got into his mashups:
Smells like Teen Spirit VS. Billie Jean
Beat it VS. (what sounded like) Chemical Brothers,
the Cure Close To Me VS. Drop it Like it's Hot
i mean i try, oh the good lord knows i try... not to think, not to judge, and get down have a good time... i give people SO MUCH LEEWAY...
what do people do when this shit happens? do you just politely take your leave, trying not to think about the money you paid, the time you wasted, the good cheer ruined, the hopes of having a good time robbed from your saturday night? does anyone ever just tell the DJ that he sucks? does anyone ever tell the promoter the DJ sucks? i did the former, and went home quietly around 1AM, which is like, 9PM berlin time. fucking BULLSHIT i tell you.