I Am My Own Paparazzi: Hey Sexy DJ
Despite that I'm not really any good at it, I've loved dancing since I was in my mother's womb. I love shaking my toosh, because I love music. All music. Particularly, great trance music. When did I really get hooked? When I met Darude in 2003 and befriended him (to the extent anyone can befriend someone who lives in Finland and only gets to visit me three or four times a year - and by 'me,' I mean, North America).
I digress.
At any rate, my acquaintanceship with Darude gave me a previously misunderstood appreciation for the difficulty of the DJ's employment. He is responsible for the toe tapping of an entire room for several hours back to back. And, if he's any good, he gets to be the center of admiration for those hours. I was hooked on the concept, to the point where I mildly debated getting into the industry myself.
I digress.
At any rate, my acquaintanceship with Darude gave me a previously misunderstood appreciation for the difficulty of the DJ's employment. He is responsible for the toe tapping of an entire room for several hours back to back. And, if he's any good, he gets to be the center of admiration for those hours. I was hooked on the concept, to the point where I mildly debated getting into the industry myself.
4 Comments:
At June 28, 2006 9:15 AM, Phil said…
The last photo appears as if you are scolding the dancers.
At June 28, 2006 10:44 AM, KassyK said…
Love it!! DJ Sugar Cookie. Ok, thats corny...but still cute? ;-)
At June 28, 2006 1:48 PM, Raincouver said…
Oh great... I knew it had to happen sooner or later...
So when does this "Blogger Idol" series start again?
:-)
At June 28, 2006 2:44 PM, Barbara said…
You two are a dangerous duo, but it looks like oh-so-much fun!
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