DJing kinda sucks. Especially when you spin first, and noone is in the club that you know personally. You play some tight-assed disco and fools don't recognize. Then folks show up that you want to rock but your mission is already complete, like on some video game shit.
If you ask us to play dance music and we rack up some Bohannon and you cannot get into it, we super don't want to know you. Do not come up to the booth and hassle us, for we have attempted to do your bidding and you are lame as hell.
Right now we are kind of wishing the tamale guy had shown up. That would have put our shit correct. Word.
Happy new years eve, kinds. See you at the Bottle tomorrow.