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People see you on television and hold you up on a pedestal. All anybody wants to hear about is the good stuff, how much fun it is, how much pussy and free drinks you get. Same thing goes for up in the DJ booth. The people are out to have a good time and all they want is to hear some good music that they can dance to, maybe some good pills to go along with it. They’re not interested in how stressful it can be behind the decks, how hard you have to concentrate, how sometimes the gear sucks, the needles are dull and won’t grab the record properly or you can’t hear shit out of the monitor, how badly you want to nail a mix and avoid the trainwreck. So you give the people what they want. Tell the people what they wanna hear. Pump your fist in the air with a big fucking smile on your face. Come home with a nice tan and some amusing stories. Nobody wants to hear about the struggle, how you’re on the verge of breaking down, drowning in alcohol and drugs and family dysfunction. Nobody fucking cares. Better off keeping it inside, deal with it yourself.