They count in the Everything moves, by Helena Garcia Melero, that DJs will have the right to be considered "artists" and will therefore be able to enjoy some labor rights, which they didn't have before. Many of them earn little money, around 150 euros, for sets that are often as long as a marathon. There are those who think, of course, and this is what they said on the program, that the DJ is what "entertains the drunks." As everywhere there are media figures and there are workers, there is a tendency to think, as in the fable of the ant and the grasshopper, that what they sing afterwards will not make bread.
A thousand years ago, when DJs were called DJ, because what there were were vinyl records and turntables, it was necessary, to put a record on, to clean it. In the booth there were two turntables and the original DJ did scratching, that sound that was half coffee maker, half underwater. We'd go behind him to see him—he was always handsome, the DJ—and beg him for a song. Back then, it was expensive to hear a song. There was no Spotify. On the radio, when a song you liked came on, you'd record it on cassette. The song Last night the DJ saved my life, which we all sang like "the wonders of my life"was the one that made us understand the new name. He was no longer a DJ. Gone were the Trina commercial in which the unpopular guy at the party sang"Always playing records, no one wants to dance with me"and his heart answered him"Take a little Trina and your life will change.".
From that poor unlucky boy to the famous DJs of today there is an abyss. For the happiness, for the joy, for the game that DJs have always given me (those you see and those you don't, those in clubs and those at parties, the famous ones and the anonymous ones.
