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Hahaha. Oh my god. The other night was a night I will never forget.
The warm up DJ was ok. Cant remember his name. But then our lord & master DJ Sammy came onto the decks.
Wow.
Never in my entire life have I seen such an unbelievable gimp. What in fucks name was he thinking?? The undisputable shite that came out of the speakers would have made baby jesus cry. Tune after tune of utter trash, mixed with about the same skills as a birthing monkey. How can any promoter in their right mind pay any money for this tripe?
"Oh look I'm DJ Sammy I stand behind the decks and twiddle knobs (probobly my own) and play some of the tunes my 4 year old daughter made while she had measles. I think the crowd loves me but I'm so high on crack I cant see that the entire dancefloor has emptied and everyone has gone home with perforated eardrums."
So heres my advice to you, you washed up hack. Stand up from the computer and walk to the table where you keep your music kit .Take the headphones and the decks and unplug them. Roll the cables up nice and neatly. Place the gear in a box and take it outside. Get a ladder and use it to place this box on a high shelf in the garage.
Then hopefully the rest of the world wont have to deal with any more of that monotonous, homosexual bullshit that comes out of your sad excuse for a studio. |
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