i was a dj

i was a dj.

what a way to start a blog. i mean, i used to be a dj. used to be. what does that mean even? is being a dj a label we can give ourselves? an identifying force? something someone is for awhile and then is not anymore? something you switch on and off. now i am a dj. now i am not.

let me rephrase it. a few years ago i stopped being a dj. nah, too awkward. i think my tongue just broke.

i could say, my 15 minutes of local fame as a dj are over. but would that sound too regretful, maybe?

at any rate, i am not a dj anymore. meaning i do no longer perform my skill of selecting and mixing music in front of people. but at this point i am not even a bedroom dj. for awhile i used to still dj at home. create mix-tapes. jam out. not anymore. in fact the reason i bring it up is because i am surprised about how little music means to me these days.

music used to be my life. i used to always read up on, check out, buy and at home work with music. it used to be my main thing. now i almost completely lost interest. i sit in a room stuffed full of records, a huge mess, thousands of them piling up, but i never put one on. i still download music. out of habit. but i just collect it and i hardly ever listen to it later.

i went from one extreme to the other. from a life dedicated to music to a life almost free of music. the only place i still listen to music, very loud please, is in my car. cars and music are a match made in heaven. driving without music is boring, empty. but hey, i almost never drive my car. its just sitting there collecting spider-webs.

so in cars, yes, but at home? i much prefer my quiet. to be able to concentrate on my projects. my blogs. my coding. my writing. my photoshopperies. i perceive music more like an irritation these days.

i have always been an extreme person. for some reason that circle jerk song comes to mind.
i was a hippe, i was a burn-out, i was a punker, [i was a dj], i was sooooo wasted…
i just googled it and this is totally not how that song went, he he. memory playing tricks on me. hippie [check] punk [check] dj [check]. over and done with.

sometimes i think this is more of a problem for other people. they dont know how to deal with me anymore. the label dj has to be somehow erased and be replaced with … what?

i am a peace & love agent

About Jan Zuppinger

Jan Zuppinger has been writing this blog since 2002. He likes to grow vegetables. He likes to eat them too. He has opinions on everything, but sadly no one cares. Jan Zuppinger is not joking, just joking, he is joking, just joking, he's not joking. *click.