'My first time' as a DJ occured in eighth grade at a school party. Me and
a friend spent days putting tapes together, debating endlessly about
the order, the contents and the presentation of the music. Then the big
day arrived, 30 expectant students, wobbly knees, too much Schnaps.
The opener: 'Big Mouth Strikes Again' by the Smiths. Nobody's dancing.
More Schnaps, a beer to go along and then The Normal's 'Warm Leatherette'.
What's happening with the girls, why aren't they moving? Here
goes 'Kaw Liga' by the Residents and then The Cure's 'Boys Don't Cry'.
And the realization: Just keep going, don't move an inch from the tapedeck,
fi nd the fl ow. Suddenly that incredible feeling rolls in, that marvelous
energy I can't explain but still thrive on today and never again
want to miss.
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