White Linen, Train Wrecks, and the Cables I Miss
Title White Linen, Train Wrecks, and the Cables I Miss By DJ WhoYouThink I’ve been DJing for exactly one year. Twelve months ago I was steaming oat milk and pretending I liked small talk. Now I’m closing the coffee shop at 3 p.m., going home to my tiny studio apartment, and practicing transitions on my beginner controller until my neighbors text me passive aggressive smiley faces. I just got back from Burning Man. Out there, nothing is hidden. The sound system isn’t pretending to be a decorative accent. The cables snake across the dust like veins. CDJs sit out in the open like instruments, not secrets. The DJ is part engineer, part shaman, part sleep deprived wizard. You see everything. You feel everything. And it sounds massive. Now I’m at a wedding. The speakers are wrapped in white linen. Not just clean. Wrapped. Like they’re attending the ceremony too. The DJ booth is hidden behind a facade that looks like a minimalist IKEA altar. There’s a wicker basket with fake greenery and mayb...