How to DJ — and toast — your brother's wedding
Big close-to-home events make the best bloggers rise of the occasion. I give you Casey's work for his brother's wedding this summer. Maybe you don't know Casey. I don't care. His lessons from serving as DJ for the wedding are a must-read for anyone who's ever been a DJ, gotten married, attended a wedding, or danced. I'm the latter two. A lesson:
Pander. I hate “Party in the USA.” You hate “Party in the USA.” You know what song pulled people onto the dance floor like a powerful tornado of suck sent by the devil himself? Party in the motherfucking USA. Weep for America later; any song that appeals simultaneously to the three G’s — grandma, grandkids and the gays — deserves a spot on your playlist.
The wedding was a ways back, so what prompts my post today is the YouTube arrival of his toast. Again, don't know him? Doesn't matter.
Unrelated to his brother's vows, I'd like to thank Casey for introducing me this summer to Robyn's Dancing on My Own and the Scissor Sisters' Running Out. Both have lent beats for propulsion-needed mornings, a type of morning occurring more this summer than in a good long time.
August 27th, 2010 at 6:22 PM
You are too kind, sir. What a fun surprise in my RSS feed! I thank you.