It started in a neighbor's living room. Chumbawamba. Barbie Girl by Aqua. Whatever the radio was handing out, played loud enough that the adults in the kitchen could hear. I was a kid who couldn't sit still when a song was on, and the kind of kid who noticed when a song worked.
Fifth grade is when Eminem hit. Mom heard it once and the verdict came down fast: you better not listen to Eminem. So one night I pretended to go to bed, kept the radio on Open House Party with the volume way down, and waited. At midnight they played the number-one request, the song I wasn't supposed to hear: Without Me. One listen. Hooked. A lifelong obsession with music started with a song I wasn't allowed to have.
The DJ board came in 2014. I'd already spent fifteen years building taste — Rat Pack to Lupe Fiasco to LCD Soundsystem to whatever K-pop was breaking that week. The board was just the instrument that let me share it. I played friends' parties for free until someone hired me for money. The first paid gig was a kindergarten Halloween party. I dropped Let It Go and stood at the table watching every kid in the room sing every word — a room full of people lost in a song. That moment is the thing I've been chasing ever since.
Corporate events came next. Then private parties. Then a Humane Society benefit that turned into three more. In 2016 my sister gave me the big one: her wedding. She trusted me to hold the night.
Fifty-plus weddings later, including events in Italy, that's still what I think the job is. Holding the night. Reading the room. Making sure every song earns its place.