LA DJ Mick Fiction started his Tumblr, No Breasts No Requests, to document the tireless efforts of shit-faced dancers to get their favourite Usher song played, and the constant struggle the DJ pushes back. Play Lady Gaga! Don’t touch my equipment! Play Lady Gaga! And so it goes. [via MetaFilter]
As do I. As does everyone. Does this need to be put in writing? Such sad writing.
This places must have had some bad experiences with guest DJs if it felt the need to ask you to treat hardware like the woman who birthed you.
This place takes a far less courteous stance on the “don’t mess with the equipment” position. Where are there stairs? This club sounds dangerous.
My German is a little rusty since college, but I think I understand the gist of what the DJ’s trying to say here. Tip well!
We should all be able to agree on this. WEARING SUNGLASSES INDOORS MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. This goes for DJs too!
Does this count as a request?
Two things here: isn’t your GF’s BF… you? Is there some sort of polyamorous setup here? And can it really be fixed with autotuned Lil Wayne?
Oh boy! The Table of Cool People. Well, time to burn this club down. Like with fire, not fun music. Like literally destroy the club.
OK, this place is the worst.
Or is this place the worst? I still think I’d take making out of nukes.
Straight, to the point, technologically accurate. I dig it!
Nick Stone
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 at 10:56 AMHahahahaha Just noticed the threats from the nightclub that i have residency at ( Personally Choking people out and throwing them down the stairs for touching the lighting desk…Malcolm)
And my god have we had people comment on that!
Jeff
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 at 3:18 PMI seen this last night, I know where you found this :)
If anyone wants a DJ to play a song, ask nicely, then you *might* have it played, when its not played next don’t come and complain….. We will tell you to fuck off :D
Penmonicus
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 at 5:03 PMI finally found a good DJ night in town, and posted on the Facebook event “I’ll be the guy requesting Pop Levi!”.
We went, and the tunes were awesome. A few drinks later, I went to the DJ and said “Have you got any Pop Levi?”
He pointed to me and said “Oh, hey, yeah!”
20 minutes later, the song started playing. I was all “whoo! yeah!”
The whole dance floor cleared.
I felt so bad.
I’ve never requested anything from any DJ again.
James
Tuesday, August 16, 2011 at 6:01 PMA guy once offered me $100 to play the crows football song. His friends bailed on him while he was telling me to play it and after trying to “scratch like a DJ” he got told, in an appropriate response, to fuck off.