Being a DJ's girl

It is almost 8 years ago since we met. He should have introduced himself as: Hi, I am J. and I make a lot of noise. No, he is not a talking type. Actually, I do most of the talking. But then again, who beats me at talking? See, that's how easy I drift off.

When I met J. we were 20 something and he was playing bass guitar in a band with 2 high school friends. As he had no license, no car, I drove him around the country. Him and his guitar.

The band split up years ago already and for the past few years J. has begun a new hobby. Still music though. He now DJ's at clubs. No longer as a hobby, but as part of his profession. That's one thing I am jealous of. He worked to make his living out of his hobby. I am happy that he decided to go for his drivers license 6 years ago so now I do not have to come with him all the time. I am telling you, the hours of a DJ are not good for my skin. Or health. Or mood swings.

First it was being a club DJ, but now he stitched it up to mixing music. See, a lot of noise even though he does not talk much. Currently J. is working on a mixing project that I will be secretive about. The band's name is Bep if you use only the first letters of the words in the name and the lyrics are about a feeling. As is every other song. It is that same song that is driving me insane. I used to love it. Now I know there is a thin line between love and hate. Hearing parts of it over and over and over again. And over again. Know that his working space is the attic and that I am 1 floor down in my office. With the door closed.

Should we ever have kids, I will give up this room and we will start sharing the attic. Maybe I should invest in ear plugs. And buy stocks of the ear plug producing company. Definitely I will be needing a lot of plugs then.

But, I am also proud of him. Whenever a song is ready, a mix is done, I love him again. And the song. Here's one tribute mix to Michael Jackson where J. really knew what he was doing. It was broadcasted several times on the radio.

Only 3 more days until I am proud and loving again. That's when the deadline for this new mix is. Thank God for deadlines.