A preface by Jake Ross…
Successfully DJ-ing a pregame has become a lost art.
Living in a frat house really teaches you how to work the crowd. For example, if you put on the first 30 seconds of “Say My Name” by Destinys Child, that’s awesome. People love it, you find yourself singing in harmony with the bro next to you and you blurt out, “I fucking love you dude and I’m sorry for hooking up with your sister.” He’s like “I don’t even care man, I love this song.” But if you let the rest of the song play, it really starts to suck and your same friend maybe looks at you and says, “You know man, I really hate you for doing that.”
Now that you’ve got your own house or apartment, it’s your duty to entertain. That hunch punch you made with grain alcohol and Crystal Light powder hasn’t been touched and your boy who always wears that weird button down shirt with a hood thing and refuses to shave his goatee because “the ladies dig it” is really starting to creep people out again. Some great music will really help people forget about the girl that just had the Heimlich performed on her because there was an ice cube in her shot cup.
