(Originally published on the Outlaws of Avalon Tumblr page)
So imagine that you’re a minstrel dropped into this world from a faraway fairytale universe, and your first encounter with 21st-century music went like this:
Putcho hands up, hands up!
Shawty on the dance floor,
Shakin’ it like what, wha-what?!
I’mma be with muh baby in the club,
Goin’ all night long!
Don’t you stop my song, dee-ee-jay…”
Teeth gritted in pain, Allyn forced his hands away from his ears long enough to press the power button a second time, bathing the car in near-silence once more. He glowered at Will Scarlet. “What in all hells was that?!”
“I gather that whoever played the radio last was somewhat hard of hearing,” Will said, bouncing back from a cringe of his own. “Though whether they started out hard of hearing, or only became so after listening to hip-hop at such a volume for any extended space of time, is anybody’s guess.”
[…] Brow puckered, he tried again, his finger unintentionally sliding a little bit lower. It proved a happy accident, for the radio abruptly forsook the song about the hip-hop minstrel’s encounter with the highwayman called Deejay (or such was Allyn’s best guess as to what the lyrics had been going on about)…
(From “The Ballad of Allyn-a-Dale”, emphasis added)
Weird, sure, but as an isolated incident, it’s just one random nonsense song.
Except the more you listen to hits on the radio, the clearer it becomes that this Deejay person is no mere highwayman.
Clubbers everywhere are praying to this character as if he holds their hearts in his hands.
- “DJ give us something to ride to”
- “Play my song, Mr. DJ, I’m in love with the DJ”
- “Oh DJ, ease my mind will you”
- “I love the DJ, the DJ loves me”
- “DJ’s got the party started, there’s no end in sight”
- “I’m so into you ‘cause I love the DJ”
- “Last night a DJ saved my life”
- “The DJ’s gonna save us, DJ’s gonna save us tonight”
- “Listen to what the DJ’s spinnin’, he’s tappin’ into just what you’re feelin’”
- “Close your eyes to the DJ, close your eyes and fade away”
- “DJ! Don’t do this to me – I tried to do my best – I tried not to sing out of key – DJ! Don’t you dare to leave – I tried to be the one – and now I’m on my knees!”
- “Don’t blame the world, it’s the DJ’s fault”
What are you, otherworld minstrel, to make of it all? You never once doubted that music has power, but this…
Is the Deejay a wizard?? A legion of demons?? A sentient drug?? Is he God???
In Deejay we move, in Deejay we love, in Deejay we trust! Don’t abandon us, Deejay! We pump blood to your beat! We succumb to your groove! Don’t take my baby from me, Deejay!
It’s Deejay’s party, and we’re just living in it! But of course there are those who resist.
Rebel leader Ke$ha declares “it’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down”. She’s backed up by The Smiths, calling for the people to “burn the disco, hang the blessed DJ”.
It is to be war.
And you can only wonder… when the smoke clears… when silence falls … who will be left standing on the dance floor?