Fair cop – I am not qualified to write this: I am a semi-professional DJ. I only DJ part time (between web / graphic design) so I partly contribute to the problem. Well, what problem do I contribute to?
Nob heads in clubs.
What type of person would go to a cinema to watch a film where they know the ending? What type of person would go to see a comedian when they know the punchlines to all of the jokes? What type of person would go to a nightclub and shout at the DJ to play music that they know inside out? Well, dear reader – the type of person I was playing music to in RETRO Bar tonight.
I am a part time DJ playing as part of Guerrilla Dub System – a Roots Reggae outfit that plays Ska, Dub & Roots Reggae. Tonight I have been asked to play “Some Bon Jovi” (it was a reggae night), “‘ere mate can you play this? * reaches for iPhone” and was introduced to someone who went by the name of DJ ManJuice.
If you want to reduce the role of a DJ to a pill popping Jukebox then, punters, you are going the right way about it.
Yes, there should be a place where people can go to listen to the music that they like – but, the bar staff do not tell you what to drink so please do not tell the DJ what to play. The death of the Nightclub in the UK has spawned a generation of insipid self-serving arses who do not want to step out of their Top 40 safety zones. All the clubs sound the same and people expect all the clubs to sound the same.
But, why do I say I am part of the problem? Well, I only DJ part time – it seems that is 2016 there is not enough commercial variety in the small towns I DJ in to warrant a full time Dub DJ. I wish that I could step away from the computer and become a full time DJ but by not doing so I am hampering the chances of ‘Pro” DJ’s getting the gig. Hell, if there was a Pro DJ who wanted to play for the £9 I was payed for 4 hours work tonight then I am the last person to stop them.
So, what caused this cultural homogenisation? X Factor. The frustrated DJ sums it up nicely.