Heres some crappy photos from my blackberry to illustrate the story below.
they look worse any bigger.
I rolled into the Big Fun/Mad Decent testosterone fueled DJ power struggle at 205 Sunday night, around midnight. There were at least a hundred kids outside and it was maybe 10 degrees out. I tried to tell some girl who seemed to know what was going on that I was on a list. She asked my name, checked the list, and then lied and told me I wasn’t on it. I stood there fake waiting for five minutes, before asking her again. I watched her field other people’s requests to get in by simply fake looking at a clipboard and saying “no.â€
I met Lloyd at the Hollertronix/Turntable Lab festivities a few months ago. I saw him at LAX the following night. He looked at me and was like, “Fuck i hoped i would never see you again.” I stood there staring at him, wondering if more compliments were to follow. He then said, “I woke up this morning hungover and couldn’t remember anything about last night. The one thing i did remember was, “You were saying the dumbest shit to Sarah Morrison. Hope you never see that girl again.”
I didn’t remember anything Lloyd said to me, anyways.
he used to blog more on turntable lab.
Unemplyed Lloyd is my official blogger of the year.
