Only BECAUSE YOU CANDOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD
Okay hang up. This DJ program would in no way advance my career. I’m a 50-plus mid-to-late job rookie who has overindulged in the multi-job way.  ,
Learning to DJ, or somewhat” to professionally sound mix,” would neither improve my earnings potential in any way or increase my career aspirations in finance.
As I began to slowly scroll away from the allure of the digital ads – my wife, in her infinite wisdom, simply said,” Just do it”.
It was a done deal, then. I signed up for a government-subsidized program, and almost immediately I was met with a bright representative via WhatsApp who guided me through the registration process in the most smooth, no-fuss way possible.
Casually, I mentioned to the Rush reps that I was likely going to be the oldest brother in the two-day trip program, to which her comment was,” Don’t worry, you won’t be”.
I EARN TO DROP THE BEAT.
She was best. The course was a genuine rojak of Singaporeans from all walks of life. This group of DJ wannabes was as diverse as our national commitment would make us appear to be, from the 20-something group who was looking to learn to combine Deep House to traditionally trained musicians and perhaps older, ex-permed locks brothers looking to revive the best of canto-pop songs.
The professor, Dzul, was a fire of power. He had been active in the local music scene for decades, dedicating himself to the development of sound across a wide range of abilities and disciplines. He was obviously doing this out of love for the art.
His professional education required a nerve-wrecking interview performance that had to be staged in front of the entire group, moving us from total wordpress to semi-competent machines ( I wouldn’t call myself a DJ still ) by day two.