Until you’ve had a bunch of DJs to handle as part of your business you simply have no idea the level of divaness one has to put up with owning a nightclub.
I’ve had DJs who have told me — five minutes before starting their set and with well over 1,000 people in the club — that they simply can’t use the digital mixers that we’ve got at the club and that what they need is a certain brand of rotary mixer that isn’t even made any longer.
We’ve also had one DJ who — as part of his contract rider — insisted upon being taken out to a gourmet dinner by someone from club management, preferably an owner, so that he could be told what a fucking star he was.
We call that “fluffing the talent.”
Then there was the famous Russian chick who kept abusing my lighting tech about his lighting work. And at one point in the middle of her set she actually walked back to the lighting station and tried to take control of my lighting console to show my tech what she wanted — all the while cursing him out in Russian.
Then there was the big name DJ from Berlin. . . . . God! By the time his set ended I had just one nerve left in my body and he was on it.
Prior to booking a DJ we ask if they have a problem with our recording their set. Most don’t, but some do. And the one’s who do we don’t record.
This guy didn’t want to be recorded so we didn’t — but halfway through his set he saw our incredibly expensive digital recorder sitting under the mixer and CDJ stands and he started ripping out wires to the equipment in order to turn off the already turned off recorder.
This while in the middle of his set and a packed dance floor was watching!
When I saw this I hopped into the booth, grabbed him and said,
“If you fuck with any more of my gear again I’m gonna give you a beating that’ll make what the Allies did to your country in World War II look like a fucking tongue bath.”
Anyway — next Friday, Feb. 22nd, we’ve got two absolutely amazing DJ stars lined up to perform together for the very first time ever: the incomparable Honey Dijon and DJ Little Rock — aka Hot House Brent.
Honey will be an absolute pro, I’m sure. But if Brent doesn’t throw some sort of hissy fit at some point during the night I’ll be sorely disappointed.