let’s mock the dj.

One night back in 1999 myself, Jaime (better known as the ineffable and unknowable jmorrison to readers of this site), and sometime commenter and poster at the nonist James Rizzi, went to what was then our local watering hole, the now venerable, but then newly minted, Enid’s in Greenpoint; The original proto-hipster bar in a sea of polish owned and operated shitholes who would sooner slit our throats than serve us. Enid’s one drawback, in our minds, was the quality of their DJ’s. They always seemed to be some lanky, music-nerd, douchebag, with a stupid name who would play the most godawful shite for 3 hour blocks before giving it over to the next skinny jerk who would continue the trend of playing terrible music almost indistinguishable from his predecessor both in appearance and in choice of a playlist.


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awesome. the list survived, somehow.
what a whitty bunch of lads. a real barrel of monkeys out anti-socializing, huddled around a table and a candle. high on sugar’s brownish-green supply, i’d bet money. taking a break from playstation gaming and pbs watching. woah, we could rend the night in two!!!
thanks for the posting, tom. its made my day. you know all the sucker dj’s are gonna start biting our names now…

-dj waiting for 5 o’clock

posted by jrizzi  on  03/16  at  09:07 PM



haha. oh god. if we weren’t such drunkards back then this would almost certainly bring back fond memories. i remember enids well, even remember that night in an odd, foggy, kind of way, but i forgot the particulars of the list completely. there are a few i can pick out as my own because they sound like the silly kind of thing i’d say but in general they could have been written by any snide twenty somethings with a few too many pints under their belts. uniformly mean and hilarious. i agree with james… let the biting commence suckas.

-dj going to sleep earlier every year.

posted by jmorrison  on  03/17  at  01:58 AM


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