I was warned once in a milonga in Central Europe: We have to dance **now, **this is milonga, he won’t play much of it. Later there will only be _komische Musik _(comical music).
This is the best excuse I have ever heard for asking someone (me) to dance! And she was right. The dj had no clue whatsoever and played a lot of – well, komische Musik. Including cha cha cha, don’t ask me what I was supposed to do when that suddenly came on. The dancers were good though, which was why I came, I met them the night before. So I made the best out of it.
And adopted it as my slogan as a dj. Keine komische Musik.