No, really, that wasn't rhetorical, what is up? I seem to be having an issue when I go to the club anymore. It is very possible that I just don't "get it", but as far as I can tell, if you are a club DJ that means that your job (like it or not) is to play music that gets people dancing and drinking. So, ideally, you want the dance floor to look like this:
|Noc Noc. Photo: Scott Eklund/Seattle Post-Intelligencer / SL|
|Noc Noc. Photo: Noc Noc's PR Department|
Now, I am not saying that DJs should have no creative licence and that they should just take requests all night. I definitely don't think that's a good idea. I understand that time has been spent preparing playlists and considering the mood of the event. I do not want to throw off your groove (no pun intended). However, at what point does the evening stop being about throwing a good party and focuses on just letting the DJ play his or her favorite songs. Shouldn't there be a point where the DJ looks up and says to his/herself "Wow, the dance floor has been pretty dead for the past twenty minutes, maybe I need to change it up a little. Maybe the crowd just isn't into this right now."? Or am I completely wrong?
Furthermore, shouldn't the DJ be playing what the night is advertised as being? If it's goth night, why am I hearing dubstep? If it's supposed to be "Old School" goth night, why are we listening to your friend's band that no one's ever heard of? The dubstep or your friend's band may be very good, but they're not why I came. Their style of music was not on the flyer that you used to attract people to your venue on this night. A promise was made, and we appear to be short on delivery.
The one place (ONE!) that I have been this year, where I danced all that I had hoped to dance (and drank correspondingly, because I only pay for alcohol at club prices if I'm enjoying myself), was The Church in Denver. I love this club very muchly, and had I the money I would open one like it in Seattle and do my damnedest to get their Friday night DJ from the Catacombs (the downstairs area) to come spin. Seriously, I danced so much that night I think I lost weight despite the alcohol consumption.
So, there it is. Step up your game, people. I shouldn't have to fly 1400 miles to get my groove on.