"If there was an official gauge of how much fun something is, Disco House would score off the chart. If there was a country in the world called Funia, Disco House would be its national anthem, as well as the name of its capital city. Everyone would be free, easy, super and gay (that's gay as in happy and fun, not gay as in lame and stupid). I was once walking down the street late one night and a hooker called to me from the curb, asking me if I was looking for some fun. 'No thanks, Miss,' I replied, pulling out a pair of headphones. 'I've got Disco House, the most fun there is.' She nodded completely in agreement. 'Word. Be on your way, then.'"
I write. A lot. For a living. About video games and house music. It seems to be a winning formula up to this point, as I love writing about gaming and I cannot go seven days straight without being out somewhere dancing to amplified four-to-the-floor.
Also, if you can answer whether you're a Dimitri from Paris or Joey Negro person with the right answer, you're immediately a friend. If you can't...we'll work on you. :)
Also, any friends requests without a message will be denied. I have enough promotional groups for cities I've never been to, enough corporate entities, and enough DJs I don't know on my friends list as it is, and I'd like to figure out why anybody wants to add my crazy ass if I don't know them. Please respect that.
