Hey, Mr. (and Ms.) DJ
Chicago DJs spin tales of being picked up in the club.
“There’ve definitely been douche bags that hit on me. They throw their arm around me and request a song. The number-one thing I’ve heard is, ‘Wow, I have never seen a female DJ.’ They look at me like I’m from a different planet. [But] I have experienced a ton of good energy from guys also. I usually feel a ton of support. I have been asked out a few times, and if a guy is rad, I am totally open to them dropping their number.”—Megan Taylor, 30; deejays at Nellcôte, private events
“I was down in Houston and the club owner picked me up and was a little overly friendly on the way to the hotel. Later, chocolate-covered strawberries and Champagne were sent up [to my room], compliments of the club owner. I was so creeped out, I didn’t touch any of it. That was just the prelude to him trying to romance me the entire night, ending with him trying to come up to my hotel room. I woke up early [the next morning] and took a taxi straight to the airport.” —Dani Deahl; touring DJ
“The main thing I’ve noticed is the political act of a girl trying to get the DJ to do what she wants as a power thing, like using her sexuality and the promise of a hook-up to try to get her songs played. Then at closing time, it’s clear there was never a chance of anything. Not that I wanted it in all cases, but the brazen [way they use] me to push buttons and say, ‘I had control of something tonight using my tits’…it’s weird.”—Jesse Hozeny of Only Children, 42; deejays at Hubbard Inn, the Burlington
“This happened at a wedding. A girl and a guy had been coming up to me all night requesting songs and trying to dance with me. Things got interesting when they realized they were competing for my attention. They started dancing up on me, and they both started to bite me on my back, right through my suit jacket. I spun around and was like, ‘Y’all gotta get away from me.’ The dude sashayed away but the girl toppled over onto her face.”—Matt Roan, 30; deejays at Studio Paris