C’e’ un produttore/dj del quale non faro’ il nome che ama fare il punk, tipo chiede di andarlo a prendere in aeroporto esclusivamente con mercedes o bmw, ma poi rovescia una bottiglia di champagne sui piatti: che pazzo!
beh, per quelli come me, vecchie ciabatte brontolone che han sempre da sbuffare come una teiera, lo status di Mr.C e’ una specie di manna scesa dal cielo…
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“Why is that so many DJ’s think they’re so special with all their demands? The Mercedes isn’t good enough, where’s the Rolls Royce? This 5 star hotel isn’t good enough, where’s the 6 star? How dare you give me Kettle One Vodka, where’s the Beluga? I’ll tell you why, it’s because they’re insecure fucking idiots that got bullied, had their pencil cases & dinner tickets stolen from them at school, it’s because it’s all about power & attention, it’s because their ego’s are out of control. To all you DJ’s that think you’re the mutts nuts, fuck you, you play obvious shit, you have no class & you suck dick! It’s your job to be nice to people & to help people to celebrate life, nothing more, so get a fucking grip!”
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P.S. povero Pauly D non c’entra nulla, ma il suo mac italopallettes e il suo gel erano tentatori…
