a cold, hard truth
Mar. 26th, 2007 09:43 amI am not a DJ.
This is what I learned at the WORD festival last week.
Specifically, I learned it from Andrew McClelland, he of the Somewhat Accurate History of Pirates fame, who performed a deliciously salty reading at the beginning of my Meet The Author session last Wednesday.
While chatting in the green room, he observed that both of us claim to be DJs when in fact we are selectors. That is, we pick songs and play them in order. No beat-matching, sampling, juggling vinyl, or anything fancy like that. It's still pretty neat, but I feel guilty now that I've misrepresented myself to the public by boasting of skills I don't actually possess.
There's a k in selector, apparently, but as I can't remember where it's supposed to go, I can only claim partial illumination on the subject.
This is what I learned at the WORD festival last week.
Specifically, I learned it from Andrew McClelland, he of the Somewhat Accurate History of Pirates fame, who performed a deliciously salty reading at the beginning of my Meet The Author session last Wednesday.
While chatting in the green room, he observed that both of us claim to be DJs when in fact we are selectors. That is, we pick songs and play them in order. No beat-matching, sampling, juggling vinyl, or anything fancy like that. It's still pretty neat, but I feel guilty now that I've misrepresented myself to the public by boasting of skills I don't actually possess.
There's a k in selector, apparently, but as I can't remember where it's supposed to go, I can only claim partial illumination on the subject.