True story but i was kicked of the decks in a local joke of a club a few years ago... My flatmate got me the gig because he worked there and he used to tell me that at exactly 11:30pm every saturday night the moronic dj would play the same track... it was the typical place where the punters came across as if they wouldn't know their paul van dyke from their lenny dee.... more of a place "to be seen"...
anyway, i was about an hour into the 3hr set and it was going great.. the room was filling up and people were actually thanking me for playing some good deep jazzy house with a few oldschool tunes thrown in to keep them interested.... next thing i knew was that the idiot who ran the place on behalf of his dad arrived over to the booth to tell me that "it just wasn't working out and that the resident was coming on instead".... spank:
the resident came on and proceeded to play pretty much exactly what i was playing... i was bewildered then absolutely raging!! i tried to corner the guy at the end of the night outside to question his joke of a decision but he retreated to his jeep ( bought by daddy ) and wouldn't open the door... even 2 days later when i went down to get paid ( only decent thing was i still got paid for 3hrs ) he refused to come outside and sent a doorman out with my money...
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