DJs. Disc Jockeys. Disk Jockeys. They are a magical breed of human being. I guess my first experience hearing one (as with many of my contemporaries reading this) would be via FM and AM radio. There were wacky ones, serious list making ones and even fictitious ones who, as a kid, I could aspire to being like one day. Aside from a brief stint in college, that never flew, to my parent’s pleasure I’m sure. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the local characters hired by my junior high to spin records at 7th & 8th grade dances. Damn you “Stairway to Heaven” for being like 278 minutes long and never once being the soundtrack to my dancing with a boy. It was nightmarish. But I digress.
DJing. It’s a lot like chess. Always have to be thinking a few moves ahead, unless, of course, you’re cheating. Which is OK too, I guess.
So, records have gone by the wayside. I’m going to stop you before you start – YES. Some of us still buy records but I’m taking about the greater population. CDs too. Thinking of a DJ using media files is just so…unromantic. I have my favorite (radio) stations over here and on the weekend, in the morning, I can sometimes hear a voice or two that seem to be live but by all counts are probably pre-recorded. These days, to find a DJ you have to cross over into their domain. Someplace LIVE.
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