Even though I had watched my father DJ weddings as I was growing up, I never thought I had the ability to be one. When a friend offered me a chance to work at a bar, I knew, the atmosphere and music selections at this job, would belong to a different kind of audience. His set up consisted of a single CD player, dual tape deck, and a mixer; along with CD books that were arranged by genre, and two heavy cases for cassette tapes. My set up would be a single laptop connected to a mixer. My father could speak professionally on the microphone, while I would have to be more charismatic and carefree; two things I was not. I didn’t know why I said yes to that offer until after my first night alone had ended.
The time was 8 PM when I walked through …show more content…
I walked up to the bartender and asked her for a Captain and Coke. At the time, I only knew the bartender and one of the workers who was watching me with his glass of beer. He finally decided to break the tension by yelling “Good luck and don’t suck” To my surprise, his comment worked and I read my introduction from the notebook I had brought in before starting the first song. Once the music was playing, I took a sip of the cold and semi-sweet drink from the green colored straw sticking up out of the plastic ribbed glass. Each new song would combine with the commotion of the customers. To a normal person, the balance of sounds didn’t matter as long as the music wasn’t too loud, but to a DJ, there is a hidden sound comprised of the vocals, bass, and treble. As each song started, it was my job to adjust the mixer so the songs would sound alright. My second job was judge the crowd and choose what songs to play in the future to keep people dancing and singing. Sometimes this would be easy as customers would come up to request songs to play or sing. All the women that came up, would smell of sweet perfume, while the guys didn’t smell like anything unless they had been outside recently for a
The time was 8 PM when I walked through …show more content…
I walked up to the bartender and asked her for a Captain and Coke. At the time, I only knew the bartender and one of the workers who was watching me with his glass of beer. He finally decided to break the tension by yelling “Good luck and don’t suck” To my surprise, his comment worked and I read my introduction from the notebook I had brought in before starting the first song. Once the music was playing, I took a sip of the cold and semi-sweet drink from the green colored straw sticking up out of the plastic ribbed glass. Each new song would combine with the commotion of the customers. To a normal person, the balance of sounds didn’t matter as long as the music wasn’t too loud, but to a DJ, there is a hidden sound comprised of the vocals, bass, and treble. As each song started, it was my job to adjust the mixer so the songs would sound alright. My second job was judge the crowd and choose what songs to play in the future to keep people dancing and singing. Sometimes this would be easy as customers would come up to request songs to play or sing. All the women that came up, would smell of sweet perfume, while the guys didn’t smell like anything unless they had been outside recently for a