DJ'ing over on the south side last night went far better than could be expected. Despite asking for "80's hair metal" and "cock rock" (their words) in an earlier e-mail, the bar's true tastes turned out to be much more current and what I'd rather play. Unfortunately this didn't turn out so well for the dj I dragged along to help me with the "cock rock," and I feel bad about that, but who knew?

In short, they loved me and want me back. Of course, this brings me to the realization that my tastes are the same as those of a south side college sports bar, and I throw up a little in my mouth every time I think about it. However, I really want to dj again, and maybe I'll get the chance to school these musically-deficient collegiate jocks in real rock by sneaking in a few of the under-appreciated talents once in a while. I went there expecting it to be a one-time shot ending with me being thrown out the door by my shirt tails, and left with a regular every-other-week gig. Fan-TAS-tic.

Just in case you're interested, here are the details for next week so far:

DJ south of north
(not to be confused with the condo ad in the Red Eye)
@ Junior's
724 W. Maxwell St.
Thursday, April 27

Flyers to follow. Oh, you know it.

listening to: The Fiery Furnaces - "Bitter Tea"
in my sink: plates 'n plates