DJs (amateur or whatever), what is the worst gig you've ever played?

Yeah being in a small indie band is very similiar apart from the getting paid bit and the people being there bit, but no-one EVER says no RnB.

yeah at least in a band nobody asks for tunes do they?

I think the girl who booked us liked electro, and everyone else there didn't give a toss.

(not that we played dance music, any dance music really)

DJing at the Watershed club in Wimbledon as a favour to some St George's Hospital Medical School students. It was shit, no-one came, no-one was happy with the music, and I didn't get paid.

once I played Revolting Cocks' 'Beers, Steers, & Queers' at a party for a load of yoga people. They then got flexible on my ass.

yeah at least in a band nobody asks for tunes do they?

"REELING IN THE YEARS!"

all bands shd do requests of each other's material: it is one of the weird glitches of rock culture that this never happens

we had a possessed turntable once, i swear. the arm would skip wildly for no reason and at one point it felt like a ghostly hand yanked it out of my grasp as i was trying to cue up a record. drunkenness and the fact that the system was set up on a tilting loft platform were given as possible explanations, but i was convinced that dark forces were at work.

we had a possessed mixer last night! we had the record decks working for one song, and the volume was up on one channel, one channel only. then i went to cue up a cd and it just blared out of the speakers despite only one channel (the record that was playing) being up.

then I turned the volume up and down on everything and nothing happened.

i wish dselzer still posted, because he has about 1,235,678 stories about the worst dj experience.

A Fun one I had where we assured loads of times there would be CD decks then when we showed none where to be seen we managed to procure two shoddy terrible old hi-fi seperate cd decks which we managed to wire in to the mixer yet where no where near the mixer so it took two of us and all our dexterity to do the most simple cross fade mixes.

Oh and we couldn't turn it up to the volume it needed cause the hi-fi cds skipped like a school girl with a rope and a lack of better alternatives

ten years ago or so I got asked to DJ an anniversary party for an anarchist bookstore in San Francisco called Bound Together. Oh god. It was so fucking awful. I mean a lot of the people were cool, just sweet old 60s folks who have been working in social movements for decades- but then there were the crusty punk brats. And there were a LOT of those. I should have known that, even on paper, anarchist gathering = no consensus about anything. Think of the most contrarian, I'm-more-of-a-freethinking-individual-than-thou attitude, then multiply it by 1000. So I tried to represent anarchy at the level of genre I played Mexican music, I played big band, I played jazz, I played Blondie, I played plenty of hardcore and punk rock- all was going well . . . but when I didn't play the specific requests for some obscure ass Belgian squat collective, Mr. More Anarchist Than Thou vegan dressed in black junkie asshole started throwing pieces of pizza at my head. And laughing. And encouraging his trackmarked crusty squatter buddies to do the same. It got ugly. My boyfriend went up in this brat's face and threatened to kick his ass. Then we got the "how dare you oppress me at this anarchist event" line. Oh brother.

i always get some guy, it's always a friend-of-a-friend, who comes up in the middle of some raging electrohouse number or something and asks when i'm going to play the rolling stones