Welcome back.
Today we’re taking a look at the world of DJ’ing.
Let’s dive in balls deep
with Salvatore Gannachi
at Tomorrowland- oh wow,
there’s the drop,
that is a powerful humpy hump action.
This bloke is like
“I don’t record on my phone.
I paint my memories.”
There’s a Teabag Spready to the crowd.
Bagging an audience of thousands.
Now he’s having a nap
because the songs are automated.
Yeah nah, I know he makes brilliant music videos, still,
it doesn’t mean he should use his live gigs
as an opportunity to catch up on sleep.
Aw dear lord.
Fedora- check.
Tiny shorts – check.
No shirt – check.
Comically large aviators.
Fuckin check.
Techno Hokey Pokey!
Left hand – right hand- left hand – right hand.
You just know he’s freeballing.
You know.
You can tell.
If you’re an emerging DJ
then make a note
that nothing gets the crowd throbbing
like prolonged, sustained,
uninvited eye contact,
in sinister lighting.
Aw pump it.
Yes.
Yes. Now we’re talking.
Jumpy jumpy jumpy jumpy
jump-- too much jumpy.
Overdid it.
$20,000 worth of equipment
bought by Mum and Dad…
Ruined.
AH Daytime TV,
it’s already a strange place
even without DJ’s.
She’s dancing,
there is some form of music playing,
but no one has plugged in the decks.
There’s no cords or cables anywhere.
At least pretend,
don’t show the decks,
we know they’re not fucken wireless.
They’re not.
Oh well look, they’re having fun,
or they’re on drugs,
probably both.
Yeah.
Wedding DJ’s are usually an issue,
like 80% of the time.
This sheila is looking forward to getting married.
She’s walking down the aisle.
The DJ seems to be going too hard, too soon,
however.
Judging by those looks.
It can’t be that bad.
[Music]
Okay, my ears are bleeding.
Call off the wedding.
He’s not even touching the nobs and buttons.
The least you could do for the average punter
is touch ya nobs and buttons mate.
His bandmate is only just discovering their work
is fucken fraud.
Ok, it would suck being a DJ
and dealing with hammered people
that wanna touch ya nobs.
But ya can’t always blame them
if the atmosphere is shithouse.
Yeah nah yeah let the crowd do all the work
in this instance
and go get drunk.
This DJ has followed my advice,
he’s definitely on the sauce.
Somehow, this gig has pushed him
into smashing glass bottles
against his arsehole and ballsack.
I’m assuming no one requested this,
maybe they did!
Look it’s the way things turned out.
Is that Sky Bloo from LMFAO?
It might be.
Careful with the bottles mate.
His bandmates in the background
are trying to go with it.
Put on Sandstorm
and be done with this gig.
This is probably the best tutorial
I’ve seen online
on how to become a DJ.
It’s honestly not about having an affluent upbringing
and needing the best equipment.
You can have no equipment
and make it big in the industry.
It’s all about timing, attitude,
and imagination.
See he’s already got one fan,
two fans, three fans.
We’re witnessing the rise of a legend.
Now he has bandmate
that does jack shit alongside him.
Yeah, one bandmate, a few fans,
and a whole lot of hanger on’ers.
That's how you do it.
Anyway, I can’t review DJ’s
without including DJ Khaled,
so here he is
live streaming all night,
lost at sea on a jet ski.
Classic.
[DJ Khaled: "The key is to make it.
The key is to make it.
The key
is not to drive your jet ski in the dark."]
It’s a profound art form overall.
Nah it is.
