Trapped in the Booth: PT 3

July 16, 2014 3:24 PM

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Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictionalized version of my all-too-real experiences working as a DJ in New York City. Most of the names of venues, organizations or people mentioned herein have been changed or, in some instances, totally pulled out of my ass so stop even trying to guess, cool? Cool.

When I first started out in nightlife, nothing sounded more grisly to me than the words "Wedding DJ." Early on my sister suggested I take this route and I recoiled in disgust. "Why don't I just be a Funeral DJ," I suggested flippantly. "I have more in common with a rotting corpse than a blushing bri...

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