An Unexpected Addition to the Fun
I’m a skinny guy. Spindly. The only muscles I have come from lugging, and setting up my DJ gear, which at the time of this writing, I’m happy to report, I’m still young and fit enough to do without hiring a roadie. As long as I can remember, I’ve been impressed with the big, heavyweight, wrestler types. Man, if I looked like that, I bet it would enhance my ability to command and maintain folks’ attention as an M.C. Well, anyway, it wouldn’t hurt.
Some years back, while bringing in equipment for a wedding reception, at the Grande Dunes Ocean Club in Myrtle Beach, I met one of the guests who had arrived early. This guy was huge. He looked like he could effectively wrestle a bear, and like usual, I was impressed. Seeing me, he asked if this is where the reception would be, and we entered into a short, casual conversation. I found out he was from Chicago, and inquiring what he did for a living up there, I commented how he looked like he could be a wrestler or a bouncer or something. He just smiled and said he worked in an office for some corporation or other. Through the years, I’ve found most big, muscular folks to be really nice—mostly soft-spoken and polite. Generally, my impression is they’re also often kind of reserved at parties, not much into dancing. Later, as I expected, when it was time for open dancing. this big guy just stood on the sidelines with a bottle of beer and watched.
Overall, the guests responded to the music with enthusiasm, and the dance floor remained well-populated. Much of the music was programmed to appeal to a large percentage of the dancing attendees who were in their late thirties and early forties. We had just gotten through the Village People’s “Y.M.C.A.” (126 bpm) which was on the bride and groom’s “Must Play” list. From “Y.M.C.A.” I overlaid the Gap Band’s “You Dropped a Bomb on Me (126 bpm) and the dance floor was filled. While the Gap Band was playing, three things occurred to me: 1) the groom had requested that I make use of party props to enhance the fun during open dancing. 2) I hadn’t as of yet played AC/DC’s “You Shook Me All Night Long” (126 bpm), also on the “Must Play” list. 3) Our large friend from Chicago would be a perfect candidate to utilize as a really cool contribution to the excitement. Quickly, I pumped up a full-sized, inflatable guitar. Grabbing it and a pair of Blues Brothers sun glasses, I rushed over to the mellow giant, looking on from the periphery. Hurriedly, I let him know that coming up next was some AC/DC, and that he should put on the shades, take the guitar, and when the song kicked in, just hit the dance floor and do whatever he liked. All I knew was he took the props giving me a shy, noncommittal smile. I had no time for gentle persuasion, because “You Dropped a Bomb on Me” was nearing the end and I had to rush back over to my console.
Like I expected, as I segued into AC/DC, a joyful response could be felt from the dancers. What I didn’t expect were the excited cheers erupting from the side of the dance floor which enjoyed the addition of the hulking rocker, enthusiastically playing the air guitar along to “You Shook Me All Night Long!” The great, big guy really seemed to be having a lot of fun, and his performance on the dance floor was definitely a great, big hit! You never know.