You know the ones.

They stand at the side of the DJ booth offering their 'critique' at every track you play and will look at you with a raised eyebrow or a frown every time you drop a tune, furthermore bore you eith why they think the particular track is shit.

I am all for people who pay money into a club to have a say if they are not enjoying the night. I just find it a mixture between downright hilarious and frustrating when you have a packed dance floor going off and these ******s droan on and on about how they make music and 'it's the fuckin shit man.....you heard my tunes.....blow your fuckin mind it will!!"

Has been a while since I played out and the promoters have already booked me for the next 3 dates. The feedback I received from other folk in the crowd was really positive.

I was polite enough to the chap inside the venue and let it go.
The fact he still kept going on once I was waiting on a taxi outside to the after party really started to get on my nuts!

He was eventually told to get to fuck by a couple of good friends who realised I was trying to remain as professional as possible and not tear into the guy.

I know it comes with the territory and all.....

Would be good to hear other peoples experiences and who they dealt with it.

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losers are everywhere and they tend to gather around tech stuff. cue with the ear facing them instead.

in that instance, i would motion toward the packed dancefloor and put my headphones on while devoting my full attention to the crowd and what i'm doing

if they start tugging at your arm, let them know politely that you have a job to do and don't have much time for chatting

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reckon he'd get the finger if that was here... if he's so concerned with the music maybe he should be the one spinning...

Id love to have one that just stands outside the booth looking in at you. Where I DJ if they dont get to hound you every song that their request isnt played they complain to management who then has to have meetings with their management about why customers were so frustrated with you about their request.


Military base clubs....... nothing else like them.

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I like the ones that stumble up to the booth, almost lock-step and doused in the sweat of the past three hours. Their wrists are covered in blood usually and they ramble on and on about some sort of stigmata they may or may not have. Then they ask to have Airwave played.

I won't give them that. I just won't.

I have a bouncer by the DJ booth. He's usually pretty good about not letting people up except my fiance and the other DJ's. When I get the occassional "leecher," the bouncer usually kicks them down. At my old club though, it was different because the one leeching was thew promoter. He was always looking at everything I played. It was annoying, specially cuz he would be like HEY, DON'T PLAY THAT SONG NEXT, PLAY THIS ONE.... WTF? ggggrrrr

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I once had some wise guy at my booth every night i played.

'Dude, i can do that too! That looks so easy! You should play more hip-hop and R&B, chicks love that! You should play some David Guetta now.'

So i went to the manager, and explained to him that this particular gentleman thought he was a better dj than i was.

So, we let him play for two hours on a Friday night (usually the quiet nights). He failed. Miserably. Never saw him again.

just don't shower...if it works in prison, it works in the fish tank.

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Pull your dick out and gently rub it on their faces.

i remember when i was a booth leeche, pretty pissed that i wasnt djing so i would comment on his mixing, if he trainwrecked i knob my head in disgrace