Don't let the flannel shirt fool you. Fonzie is neither a logger nor a folk singer. Actually, let the flannel shirt fool you. maybe you'll wander into a club sometime, with Fonzie in his flannel shirt behind his machinery, and you'll write him off in your head a little because there's no way this diminutive sweet-faced folk-singing logger will ever get your discriminating ass on the dance floor, not ever.
Then he throws on some twisted-gangsta fidget-house compendium apt to give you whiplash or a fucked-up Frankenstein with ghettotech galore or just some sizzling mix he made on the spot that's filled with shakes and breaks and your night flashes before your eyes and your ass is on the dance floor, just like that.
He'll break your ankles with his beats.
He'll blow your mind with his tastes.
He might even get you laid, if you're into that.
Don't say you weren't warned.
