I always think a fail safe indicator of a bad DJ is if they introduce a record with:
Mist-er Billy Jo-el.
Especially if it's David Bowie or Jackie Wilson they play.
But even if it is actually Mist-er Billy Jo-el why the Mister?
I think they're trying to play the deferential, "I am not worthy" card but it's just plain fawning and borderline creepy actually.
This one DJ, who I just got badly exposed to in the car there, actually did play Billy Jo-el and added the Mist-er. At the end of whichever uptempo fiasco it was, he said (and I kid you not):
"Mist-er Billy Jo-el, one of the finest storytellers of our time".
I was too stunned to reply to him. But he continued anyway. Here's what he said next:
"Perfect musical accompaniment for summer days painting the garage door".
Yup, that's what he said. Again, I had no reply. But he wasn't finished. He killed the debate stone-dead with the virtually sectionable:
"For back in the days when we had the weather anyway".
This time I was ready for him.
"I'm no meteorologist", I informed him, "but I believe we do still have the weather".
Clever eh! That shut him up and he went straight to the traffic.
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