Jerry Campos is my zero to hero of the week. Jerry lives in Nashville and works as a DJ @ Christie’s Cabaret, a local strip joint. Jerry was working his shift the other night and apparently Kid Rock and some friends were in the audience. Jerry must have said something nasty over the microphone about one of Bob Ritchie’s (Kid Rock’s real name) friends and the K-Man came right up to the booth demanding an apology.
Like any great Strip Club DJ, my man Jerry told the balding rap star to fuck off. Well I guess that wasn’t the type of atonement Mr. Ritchie was looking for and scuffle ensued which resulted in Bobby boy being arrested for assault. Look for the lawsuit coming later I’m sure.
As a DJ in the same situation night after night, I can honestly say nothing like that has ever happened to me yet. Guys love to watch other guys get their balls busted, especially in front of naked women. But it’s like a comedy show: if you sit in the front row expect to be picked on, especially if you act like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.
Depending on what type of club you work at, the amount of ball busting the DJ does is up to him and management. I’ve worked at higher class clubs where there is no horseplay and I’ve also worked at the clubs with a roadhouse atmosphere. The latter is the most fun. But I’ve often wondered if one of my jokes might anger someone to the point of confrontation. If it ever does, I hope it’s a washed up celebrity like Kid Rock so I can sue him for a couple G’s.
I think the closest I ever came was telling Eric Moulds of the Buffalo Bills to “mind his own business” when he questioned me about my discipline one of his favorite French girls. OK, that’s not exactly telling him to “fuck off” like Jerry did, but Kid Rock wasn’t no 6”2, 210 pound black guy with a posse behind him. But I digress. So the next time the DJ tells everyone in the bar your dick is so small even the Chinese guys are laughing at you…take it in stride.Powered by Sidelines