Confessions of a strip club DJ
With lust in the air, we talk to two of the guys who help the girls make it rain
Published: February 6, 2013
Hannah: I get requests all the time, which is fun because you can only hear the same 125 songs a day so long until you go mad.
MT: What is the craziest thing you’ve seen.
Polite: Where do I start? I will never forget this one day that I happened to be walking by the VIP room and I heard a man scream, or a yelp of some sort. I stopped in my tracks and looked in there and this guy was on his knees with a dancer putting her cigarette out in his mouth. What made it even more strange was then she booted him in the ass and hit him in his back with a belt for falling down. That is the moment when I learned how much of a freak I wasn’t.
Hannah: I saw two 90-pound girls fight like UFC fighters in the parking lot once. They went forever and it wasn’t girly in the least. Two days later, they were best friends.
MT: Ever dated a stripper?
Polite: I plead the Fifth!
Hannah: I’ve been a musician for over 20 years and learned a long time ago not to get mixed up with them. More trouble than it’s worth, believe me.
MT: Tell me something you wished you were allowed to do at work but can’t.
Polite: Tell all the creeps that come in and judge people to get a life. They sometimes spend a lot of money and think it gives them a free pass to talk to people like shit or give out some half-ass advice on how to better your life. I can understand having certain beliefs, but if you are going to go out of your way to come to the club, quit being a buzzkill and learn how to party.
Hannah: I really wish I had more authority. There are a few things I’d change with regards to dancer etiquette for sure.
Brett Callwood writes City Slang for Metro Times. Send comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.
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