The rude, obnoxious and very ignorant wedding DJ
Wedding DJ’s. Some are cool and great at what they do… and some are very, very, lousy at their craft. I unfortunately encountered the most rude, obnoxious and ultra ignorant wedding DJ on Saturday, August 14th, 2010. It is important to actually name the exact date… for this moment I had with this “professional” wedding DJ, was that bad. August 14, 2010, shall stand as THE day I interracted with THE most thick headed person when it comes to Rock ‘N’ Roll.
Here is how the story all began… I had the pleasure to attend the wedding for my first cousin Mark, (who is really responsible in my becoming a lifetime member of the KISS Army). Mark married his true love, a beautiful and kind hearted gal named Roberta. I wish them all the infinite joy as they journey through life together as husband and wife… and as best friends too.
A wedding is an experience for all who attend, when family and friends come together to celebrate two people that are going to be partners for life. My cousin Mark, along with Roberta, are special people to me… they are family and friends combined. So, making the three and a half hour journey by car, with my wife and daughters by my side, to attend this wedding was of the upmost importance to me.
I, being the Rock ‘N’ Roll crazed dude I am, decided to dedicate a song to Mark and Roberta, for all of us to dance along to and enjoy. I grew up with my cousin Mark, we were very close through childhood and throughout college as well… and even though we may live in different states now, that cousin bond will never subside. Dedicating a song to my cousin Mark and new cousin Roberta met quite a bit to me. The “professional” wedding DJ thought otherwise.
You see, after I introduced myself to this wedding DJ, (as a first cousin to the groom), the tension began to build rather quickly. It seemed this wedding DJ was intimidated by me, just by his nervous mannerisms he displayed. Plus, he was sweating profusely and his face was red as a beet. How can a wedding DJ be sweating like a farm pig like this, when all he is doing is standing still and pushing computer keys to play wedding songs? Whoa. Whoa again. Anyways, I asked him if he would play… “Nothin’ But A Good Time” by Poison, this proved to be the most hilarious request ever given to this idiot DJ, as he so expressed to me.
To best explain what exactly happened, it went just like this:
Stone: So, can you play a request for me? I’d like to dedicate a song to Mark and Roberta.
Idiot/Red-Faced/Sweating/Wedding DJ: Sure, what is it?
Stone: Poison… Nothin’ But A Good Time.
Idiot/Red-Faced/Sweating/Wedding DJ: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, ha!!!!!
Stone’s Note: Now… this oval shaped, sweating like a pig, red-faced wedding DJ laughed straight into Stone’s face. Not cool.
Stone: What’s so funny?
Idiot/Red-Faced/Sweating/Wedding DJ: I have never, ever, in all my years of being a wedding DJ, had such a ridiculous song request!
Stone’s Note: I was stone faced with this sweaty, pig-faced DJ. I never budged. If anything, I felt pity for this small town wedding DJ. I wasn’t about to start a fiasco with this jerk, not at my cousin’s wedding.
Idiot/Red-Faced/Sweating/Wedding DJ: I guess I really do have this song after all… I can play it towards the end of the night, when I play the Rock stuff.
Stone: Thanks. I guess.
Hmm. Rock stuff. What the hell is Rock stuff? Britney Spears? The Village People? Lady Blah-Blah? N-Sync? That’s the only crap I was hearing for “music” for the first two hours I was at this wedding… what “Rock stuff” was this human pear, that sweats profusely, that pretends to be a “cool” wedding DJ, referring to?
Nonetheless, I took “for granted” that this moron DJ was going to play the song I wanted to dedicate to the bride and groom. Forget it. This dork wedding DJ never played it. What a jackass. What a pear shaped, sweating, red-faced, momma’s boy, small town, wedding DJ jackass. He stood there, laughed in my face in the most mockingly way possible, all due to my song request. Heck, I should have laughed straight back at his face… he was the one that stunk like a port-O-potty left in a farm field, after the county fair has ended. I’m not kidding… he stunk like the worst crap ever imaginable. Whoa.
I could understand being laughed at, if it was a song by The Wiggles, Jim Nabors or Barney that was requested.
This imbecile DJ did state, at the beginning of the wedding reception, that requests and/or dedications were accepted. Throw in the fact… that he DID play “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC at the end of the night only made it more mysterious to me. Why would “Nothin’ But A Good Time” be such a ridiculous song to request? What was so damn funny about it? Playing an AC/DC song at a wedding is no different than playing a Poison song. Give me a Metal break.
At the end of the day, I am glad I never went off on this jackass wedding DJ. Nope, instead, I get my frustration out by writing about this idiot. I wish I could post his name and business for all to see… only I’m too nice of a guy to NOT stoop so low. My only advice to all wedding DJ’s is this… when someone requests a song, don’t laugh in their face and mock them, especially when you admit to having the song on your play list. It’s not too much to ask.
Beware of sweaty, red-faced, ignorant wedding DJ’s.
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