By Jack Aler ‘19
As a senior and quite possibly a future DJ, I had high expectations for this homecoming dance. The question is, did this DJ fulfill my expectations? As the night grew closer to the start of the dance, students flooded in the entrances to our South Gym.
As per usual, the beginning of the dance had a modest start with unenthused dancing.
But then the seniors arrived.
We took to the dance floor and prepared to start the infamous mosh pit. The mosh pit consists of men jumping around beside each other and inevitably getting so sweaty their dates refuse to dance with them. The DJ started off, gaining our respect with good songs; however, we needed faster music that would excite the crowd more. We tried requesting songs, but that effort was to no avail.
Senior Tom Gleeson, our class president, even said “He was not best suited for a high school dance. If he would have at least taken more song requests he would have been better automatically.” After some time, everyone became frustrated with the music choices.
The students resolved to shouting out song requests in unison. As our moderator Mrs. Pacetti was talking to the DJ we shouted the song title “Mo Bamba” to which our fearless leader Mrs. Pacetti, clueless of this song name, said, “Oh you’ll get bubba soon.” Thankfully the DJ played that next and the whole mosh pit and crowd went berserk.
The DJ not taking requests was the first sign of his ruined reputation. His song choices after “Mo Bamba” were increasingly worse and in a last attempt to engage the crowd, he started to try to sing. This lowered his clout even further and left a bad vibe amongst almost all in attendance.
I still have hope for this man and his future career. He seemed young, so a lack of experience could have been a factor in his performance. It was also hard for him at times because certain popular songs may have been too explicit for our Catholic school.
The DJ by now, however, left an imprint on our crowd. Senior Ryan Creevy concurred saying, “The DJ was super disappointing. He started off pretty strong with good songs, but then his music turned into unnecessary remixes all sounding like dubstep.”
My anatomy teacher Mr. Dunne, who was in attendance, agreed with our opinions. Mr. Dunne said, “I really enjoyed three songs. Maybe I am just not in touch with this generation.”
The overall consensus was we have had better DJ’s in the past. For the future of the school, it would be strongly recommended to find a better DJ for next year.
Who knows, by this time next year I myself could take my disc jockey skills to the next level, and I would then grace Brother Rice students with my talents.