- guy: I like your setup!
- dj: Cool. Thanks!
- guy: ...
- dj: ...
- guy: So, I'm going to see Gunz & Roses tonight. You got any drugs?
CAN YOU PLAY THAT ONE SONG
THE WORLD'S WORST SONG REQUESTS
Can you play some “white hip hop”?
girl: can you turn the music down? my friend over there is feeling sick and has a terrible headache.
(dj looked at her in amazement, then turned the music up)
- dude: got any Jurassic Five?
- dj: it's a Brit pop night tonight, so it wouldn't really fit in
- dude: ok, what about Nirvana?
- dj: Nirvana are American
- dude: oh, I see. then how about The Smashing Pumpkins?
- dj: ....
- lady: do you happen to have "regular" music?
- dj: what do you mean by regular music?
- lady: I mean, like what's on TV, songs with vocals, the stuff we people like...
Can you play ‘Got Money’ by Lil Wayne?
While DJ is mashing up MIA ‘Paper Planes’ and ‘Got Money’ by Lil Wayne
- Ghetto Blonde: Can you play that one song by that one bitch?
- DJ Zimmie: Can you be more specific about the song or 'that one bitch'?
- Ghetto Blond: (sings "No No No, You Don't Love Me" by Dawn Penn)
- drunk older woman: hey, I like rock
- dj: is that a request or are you just volunteering information?
- drunk older woman: (angry at my question)...I like to rock
- dj: thats nice...I heard you the first time.
- drunk older woman: (angrier, spilling drink on herself)...I like ROCK!!
- dj: ok...ok...I heard you!
- drunk older woman: (satisfied and thinking the DJ had given in, turns around and falls off the stage....DJ immediately dedicates "Pass the Courvoisier" by Busta Rhymes to her as she's being escorted out)
- drunk girl: can you play 'Damn It Feels Good To Be a Gangster'? (by the Ghetto Boys)
- dj: uh...no...this is a St. Patrick's day party
- drunk girl: (while 'Flogging Molly' is playing) but you're not even playing Irish music
- dj: (letting that idiotic comment go) ok, if you can name one other Ghetto Boys song, maybe I'll play your request
- drunk girl: who the hell are the Ghetto Boys? is that what you're playing now? because it sucks...
- dj: please leave
“you are dog shit. play good music like johnny cash. not fag techno shit. PS. you suck as a dancer”…wooh…this dude deserves a could ol fashion donkey punch in the face (country style).
- Student: (while Tribe Called Quest is already playing) Can you play some Tribe Called Quest?
- DJ: uh...I'm playing some right now man.
- Student: Oh. Can't you play a song where all 3 of them are rapping?
- DJ: (ignores dumb comment)
- --> in case you aren't familiar with Tribe Called Quest...it's a classic hip-hop group and there are 3 members of the group...2 of which "rap", and 1 of which is a producer who never raps
- extremely drunk girl: (1st time)...hey do you have any techno?
- dj: ....(ignoring girl)
- extremely drunk girl: (2nd time)...come on...play some techno
- dj: .....(still ignoring girl)
- extremely drunk girl: (five minutes later...3rd time)...this hip-hop music sucks...play techno
- dj: ....(still ignoring)
- extremely drunk girl: (4th time...girl takes beer and pours it on the DJ to get his attention)...hey are you listening to me? it's my birthday and I want to hear techno!
- dj: (turns off the music and yells)....BITCH YOU BETTER GET OUTTA MY FACE BEFORE I SLAP YOU!
- Big Drunk Dude: hey man, do you have any of those “bass tracks”?
- Jake: what do you mean?
- Big Drunk Dude: you know, those tracks with the bass in them.
- Jake: um. well this track I'm playing right now has bass in it
- Big Drunk Dude: no, I mean tracks with bass! (reaches for mixer to turn up the bass)
- Jake: security!
- -----> (www.myspace.com/jakeencinasmusic)
- girl: can you play some house music?
- dj instinct: um...isn't this house?
- girl: this ain't house music...
- dj instinct: what do you mean?
- girl: I ain't heard nobody say "booty" yet.
- dj instinct: oh...so you want some "ghetto house"?
- girl: no!! I don't want any ghetto shit...just play some house damnit
spend more time with your girl..and less time at the DJ booth
- Dude: Hey man, my girlfriend is missing.
- DJ: Uh...you might want to call 911 and file a missing persons report.
- Dude: Announce on the mic, that if anyone has seen her to call me.
- DJ: Everyone knows your number?
- Dude: Duhhhhhh, announce the number too.
- DJ: Duhhhhhh, I think your girl might be in the boys room sitting on some dude's "mic".
- (Dude dashes to the bathroom and never seen again.)