When I was a kid in Greece my mom bought me DJ Z Trip mixtapes, and I told her I wanna be a DJ so she went out, got me decks. Then I said what about wax you dumb slut? So I told her to find all the joints on the Z Trip and Marley tapes. She had a little trouble locating Court is now in session remix, but women can be thick. Then I said I needed a mixer with a BPM counter that has little robot arms that drop the record properly. Fuck trying to mix. She took a WHOLE TWO WEEKS to get me that shit.
So I now bring you all the dope sets form Z trip and Marley Marl tapes. I synchorinize my body movements to those of mix-CDs also, so I stick that shit on and move about like I'm cutting up triples. Next year I'm gonna buy Serrato and really blow the fuck up.
In April 2006, I quit the club scene to focus on what really matters to me these days: weddings and baby showers. If by the end of the year I'm doing funerals too, my work here will be done. I also impose my presence os a group of odd men called Bankrupt Europeans- they're actually quite wealthy and middleclass, and talentless as they are their disdain and utter contempt for Greek DJs has me hooked. Plus they tell me I look like a Peruvian paedophile which is the sweetest thing anyone's ever said about me
I got a couple of snippets of my mixes playing, Stop Sleeping Stupid and Party Groove. If you dont buy them, you're a fake ass thug, a studio gangsta, an ostrich molester, a wannabe, a backpacker, a geek, a pervert, you aint keepint real, you aint down and generally you're a tad unpleasant.
I make more off of selling my x's socks on the net than dope mix CDs. I make more off of forging and extortion than selling Bankrupt Euros 12s. What wrong with this world? Even my sideline of kidnapping is more profitable than spinning Prism doubles while pulling off a perfectly acceptable Casanova Rud impersonation. People are stupid.
