I fucked up my first DJ gig pretty bad. The night came to a head in the club offices after the squall's back was broken and the sweat stains on my homemade "We Are Not Your Friends" t-shirt had dried up. I actually handed my cell phone to the floor manager to take a picture of me and my friends huddled around an overpriced bag of medium quality cocaine we'd emptied out on the office desk. If I could blame it on my youth, I would, but those excuses are reserved for folks with the tenacity and good sense to actually grow up and become adults.
Anyway.
Listen guys, this should be pretty fucking obvious, but if you are going to go through the trouble to release a dance remix of your single, do not put it on a fucking 7" record and make it barely three minutes long.
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