Mastermix Producer Jules Little shares his most cringeworthy DJ experience…
2002 or 2003, DJing in a packed, VERY well known venue on Broad Street, Birmingham’s “Golden Mile”. It’s Saturday night, the venue is at capacity (1300), one in, one out, party in full session. Now the downside of having a full night is that you don’t get the time to talk to your guests much when they ask for tunes, and not wanting them to feel ignored I hired a student to help me across the night, take requests, play music whilst I crossed to stage etc. His name was Nugget, total party guy, perfect! It is wise to point out for the purpose of this story that I wore a head mic as “get your hands-on the air” carries more sway when you have the ability to do it yourself!
This particular night the whole place was bouncing, I felt like the conductor of a large orchestra of people, magnificent.
Nugget approaches me. “Jules, can you read this?” as hands me a filled in request slip. I look at it, nothing apparent to me. I turn it upside down, still nothing. I flip it over, totally indecipherable.
“Who gave you this?” I asked him still struggling to comprehend the scrawl that emblazoned the paper before me.
“That lady over there!” says Nugget as he points to the lady waiting patiently at the bottom of the 3 steps that lead to the raised DJ booth.
As I don’t drink when I am working generally, I have always found it amusing when people ask me for records trying to sound sober when they are anything but. Writing when drunk however, that is just art! I approach the lady to ask her what it says.
I however had neglected to turn off my head mic….
Especially important as you know that to talk to somebody in a noisy environment requires you getting very close to each other, mouth to ear almost…
“Hiya!” I approached her cheerily. “I’m sorry I can’t read this. In fact, I would go as far as to say the in all of my years DJing, it’s probably the worst handwriting I’ve ever seen. You must be having a great time & downing a few!”
(Remember that head mic, still switched on…. And now, a breakdown in a track)
“In fact, I’d say REALLY DRUNK! (Remember that mic). What have you had?”
Then it happened. Mid track breakdown with microphone on & 1300 people within earshot of the powerful sound system.
“I’ve had a stroke!!!”
You know that moment when your stomach hits your feet? I do!
A huge gasp went throughout the venue, then a huge cheer! The lady then realised it was on the microphone too. She took it in good spirits, Jack Daniels from memory, I paid for her drinks all night!