Save for the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange, the raucous atmosphere of a nightclub might be the most challenging place to negotiate. And if a patron is intent upon garnering the undivided attention of somebody deeply involved in a task crucial to the success of this environment — the DJ, for instance — it is imperative that they be very clear with the message they are trying to relay.
The following piece of nightclub art was delivered to Supreme La Rock, a fixture of Seattle nightlife and culture, whilst DJing at Club Sno inside the Snoqualmie Casino in Washington, and it leaves quite a bit of room in the realm of interpretation.
For starters, which bodily fluid is being emitted from the phallus? Is it that last drop of urine? That first drop of semen? Or a dose of the Clap?
Next, is the emoticon meant to express that the DJ will be sad when the patron pisses/cums/bums on him or that the DJ looks sad prior to the patron pissing/cumming/bumming on him, but will soon be free from sorrow?
Because without engaging in a prior exchange of words, how would the patron know what emotional reaction being on the receiving end might generate? As DJ Supreme pointed out in reflection, “What I was trying to figure out was did he really love me or hate me?”
And since the patron ran away upon delivery, coupled with the vague nature of the note, programming was not altered, resulting in failure, whatever his intention was meant to be.
***To possibly be included in a future DJ Support Group post, please save the napkin note so that a proper scan can be made. Thanks***