Whyyyyyy Are We Still Going to the Club Just to Hear the Same Top 40 on Repeat?!?
Let’s be honest. You’re paying $40 just to stand in line, $20 for parking, $18 for a watered-down drink, and $200 for a section—all so you can… what? Hear the same 10 songs you just played in your car on the way there?
And I get it. The DJ is supposed to “curate the vibe.” But watch their hands—are they even mixing these days, or just pressing play on an auto-rotation playlist that’s been running since last Thursday? I swear I heard a DJ drop a Spotify ad mid-set last weekend.
And can we talk about the disappearing dance floors? Since COVID, clubs went full VIP mode. Everything is a section now. You’re not paying to dance, you’re paying to sit… on a couch that looks like a crime scene when the lights come on. The doors open at 9 PM, but nobody pulls up until midnight. And guess what? By 1 AM, everybody’s leaving—because they’re exhausted from standing in a section they didn’t even want to be in to begin with!
And y’all have the audacity to call Poetry Night boring?!
Have you ever been to a poetry night where there’s…
🔥 Live DJs actually mixing—IN REAL LIFE?
🎤 Poets spitting like their life depends on it?
🥂 A room full of people who actually came to experience something new, instead of just flexing for Instagram stories?
💃🏾 A real dance floor—like, where people actually DANCE?
🎶 Music you didn’t know you needed until you heard it live?
Meanwhile, at the club, you’re screaming "WHAT?!?" into your friend’s ear for three hours over a song you already hate. And then, you’re waking up the next morning realizing you just spent $237.64 for the privilege.
Nah. Do better. Come to a poetry show.
