Where am I in the Pecking Order?
Where am l in the pecking order or am I suffering from an inferiority complex? As a well-established & respected (in some areas) professional DJ & Compere I am occasionally being ignored! Let me explain what I mean.... I arrived at a venue recently knowing that I was appearing with a band — all well & good you may think. The bride & groom kissed all the band members, & greeted them warmly, then proceeded to ensure that all the performers had a hearty meal & drinks supplied for the evening. Moi? Not even acknowledged….no food, no drink…. Paranoia then started to set in a month later when I performed at a corporate function where the photo booth operator was kissed & hand shaken & given a drink as he arrived. Was I acknowledged? Nope. Am I invisible? Perhaps. The final straw was drawn when I performed at a wedding and the table dresser / flower arranger / chair coverings lady was lauded at the end of the night for a fantastic display. Am l invisible? I must be. i have compared my feelings and conclusions with a couple of my DJ peers. And, surprise, surprise, they are sometimes invisible too! Now consider this: At the first gig the band were paid fifteen times my fee! At the second, the photo booth operator charged £800. At the third event the table dresser lady charged £1500... Perhaps I need to put my prices up! I love my profession, & know that I will never be a millionaire, but would love it if my status was raised above that of cannon fodder!
P.S…. My faith was restored momentarily for one evening last night at the end of a wedding a group of teenagers, 17 -19 years of age I would guess, approached me as l was leaving the venue to not only thank me for a fabulous selection of ”banging tunes” (their words not mine) but also for my style of superb presentation & light show! Not only that, but they thought my car was a real lovely beast & asked how fast did it go? I was visible for at least one night.
P.S. My faith was restored momentarily for one evening. Last night at the end of a wedding a group of teenagers, 17 -19 years of age I would guess, approached me as l was leaving the venue to not only thank me for a fabulous selection of ”banging tunes" (their words not mine) but also for my style of superb presentation and light show! Not only that— but they thought my car was a real lovely beast, and asked how fast did it go? l was visible for at least one night.