Inside traxx: Diary of DJ Sisyphus

Broadcasting Schools — Who Knew?

When I find the angel receptionist who told me about broadcasting schools, I am going to give her a signature DJ Sisyphus kiss. After just one week of broadcasting school, my life had changed dramatically for the better. No more watching Sportscenter and eating tuna fish with my kid sister Teresa. This was the big time, baby. Who knew a call to a broadcasting schools’ hotline could take me this far?

I was living the dream of all would-be disc jockeys. I was at a CD launch party for one of my all-time favorite bands Mighty Muse, DJ’d by the master of all disc jockey’s DJ Loco. As his personal lackey for the night, I had the privilege of carrying his gear, helping out in sound check, and even got to pick the song to kick off his mix. I chose “Adrenaline” because that is all I was feeling at this awesome party.

Indeed, the beats were bumpin’ but my heart was thumpin’ as my eyes scanned the room. Would Lucy, the sweet receptionist who made me reconsider broadcasting schools with her honey voice and Heineken-green eyes, make a showing tonight? DJ Loco had seemed to imply so, but on the way here everything was so hectic with the sound crew I really didn’t get a chance to ask him about it.

Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was DJ Loco and some enormous red-headed guy with an afro. “Hey Simon,” heaved DJ Loco, glistening with sweat. “I only have a second before I get back to the booth, but here’s the person I was telling you about. You two have a lot in common. I thought you might like to shoot the breeze about broadcasting schools, bands, whatever.”

“HIM?” I didn’t mean to sound rude, but I was truly disgusted. I thought DJ Loco meant Lucy, not some overgrown indie Bozo the Clown. I wasn’t sure if “a face meant for broadcasting schools” was an expression, but his freckled mug definitely was.

“Hi Simon, nice to meet you,” said the guy, and I had to admit his inflections were impressive (the things broadcasting schools make you notice!)

“This is my other intern Rowley,” DJ Loco explained. Noting my shocked expression he said, “What, you thought you were the only one? Broadcasting schools are persistent, dude! But if it’s any consolation, I picked the best two. Now you boys have fun,” he said, skeedaddling back to the DJ booth.

I couldn’t believe between Keisha and DJ Loco, I had been two-timed twice in one week! No way was I talking to this guy, nor could I believe broadcasting schools had burned me like this! But just then, Rowley said something that changed my mind.

“Hey dude,” he said, running his fingers through his frizzy hair. “You know the hot receptionist Lucy? She asked about you the other day.”

“Reee-ally?” I said. “Perhaps you’d like to go grab a Heineken?”

Sucker for Love,

DJ Sisyphus