The un-enviable job of spinning at a gallery opening, where everyone is talking over the music and no one is looking at you.
The gallery features the paintings of some sap named Pablo Sizer, who just ran some traffic light photos through a PhotoShop filter and now charges $5000 a piece for them, because now they're "ART".
As much a fan as I am of Pablo Sizer, I'll have to pass on the traffic lights. =P
I'll make sure to tell him the sad news when I see him next!
Dude..I've been to the gig where the DJ is spinning cool shit and nobody cares..lol..spot on brother.
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Wouldn't be a DJ story without tales of them getting shit on and ignored!
I can understand why he wants at least _one_ music fan there...
Like I've always said; the DJ is the most loved and most hated person at an event. Sometimes both at the same time.
I can't remember the last time I read a comic this spot-on.
You've pegged the club-DJ/lounge-DJ dichotomy perfectly, though I've gotta say: I almost prefer the lounge position *because* there's no concern for losing dancefloor energy... but also totally lacking any way to gauge the audience's reaction.
Truly a different beast! Keep it up.
I am honored that you feel I have captured the feel of a DJ's conflicting dual roles! Thanks for the validation, friend!
ample log you take