Music Blog 3: Movie Disc Jockeys Are Boss!!!

Ahhh, the d.j. life as portrayed in the movies, is there anything better? Even Clint played a disc jockey, in Play Misty For Me, where he worked the overnight shift at KRML playing jazz and reading poetry through clenched teeth, and still had a swank pad,  a maid and a cool car... The thing that smacked of truth, for me, was his stalker, an extreme version of the nutbag stalker every disc jockey merits for getting involved with a sweet voice on the phone.

And here we have a version of Alan "Moondog" Freed, in American Hot Wax, seen first walking alone out of the night, the disc jockey as a loner cowboy. Even his boss getting all up in his face for spinning "race records" doesn't phase him...

then there's Stevie Wayne, in The Fog, as played by Adrianne Barbeau, spinning records and talking sexy to all of Antonio Bay from high atop a freaking lighthouse, a lone disc jockey alone in the night as her town is overrun by fog bound pirate zombies...

Now vibe on the lips and teeth of the slightly evil d.j. in The Warriors, taunting and cajoling our hapless gang of vest wearing warriors as they fight across the fantasy land of a gritty comic book New York landscape of roller skating, baseball uniform wearing, bat wielding kiss makeup sporting gangs. Can you dig it?

And here's the top, the best movie disc jockey of all, baby. American Graffiti. The Wolfman. Out there all night, howling across the air in 1962 from a ratty studio, fed only by a busted fridge full of melting popsicles. This movie jock is the one that inspired me, and I have since been many times the disc jockey alone as the night spins around him, a dark groove circling, a spell broken only by the dawn... AWOOOOOO.,