This weekend I DJed a gig (not a big event or anything, just helping out a friend who runs events at uni). As someone who has never experienced a night as a DJ to a crowd, I had my eyes opened to what DJs have to deal with on a regular basis – and it’s not pretty!

I had phones held up to me with giant requests on the screens, constantly throughout the night; and here are the top 3 requested things I saw flashing at me throughout the night;

1. “CALVIN HARRIS” (six times!)

2. “Something by Kendrick Lamar”. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. From the most basic girl I have ever seen. About 3 minutes after I played Celebration.

3. DaRude – Sandstorm. No, I am not kidding, apparently uni students are finally discovering drugs.

Needless to say, it was a joy to hang up the headphones and chill out with a GnT to watch the bands afterwards. I’ve just not got the energy to keep up with a ravenous judgy crowd! It makes me extra appreciative of all the DJs out there who are slinging the above shit for rent money to drunk teenagers, in between finding their own style and trying to etch out a name for themselves on a more serious level. Honestly guys – let’s make a pact that if wee see people holding up phones to try and tell a DJ how to do their job, we all just mob jump them and tackle them and pour vodka soda into their stupid faces and rip the batteries out of their phones and rip out their eardrums and –

Wait. What’s happening again?

Oh yeah – DJs deserve a bit of respect and love, slay the rude pricks not observing common courtesy.

Love, Akika xoxoxooxoxoxoxox