Emptiness, decadent nonsense: these are the words that I believe best define this non-art that represents the activity of the disk jockey.
I find it shameful to pay for work perfectly hollow and brutalizing these people steeped in this "musical science from the nullity." Man, you see, is capable of the worst in the degeneration of its neurons voluntary. Using his mind, his time and energy to such drivel and glorify them, and even claim in this field know-how precious duly converted into cash, that my eyes to the top of disability culture.
Practice for years to master a complex technique, immersed in a specific sound and demanding (with its codes insider low-floor and jargon Anglo-Saxon dunce atavistic) and seek some recognition finally able to work to mix, tweak, mix in the spotlight of fame in the sub-music that will create a sub sub-music, What could be more vain, intellectually vacant, useless gear and dishonorable for any conscious mind of its actual value and its immense potential?
The disk jockey n'explore not even the baseness of human sensitivity, it simply gives its credentials to nothingness.
There is certainly creative, but only manufactures wind, inventing that sound smoke rings, only causes noise parasite, produces only a pathetic, guilty, criminal collective stupidity.
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