dj krate digga
it's saturday night, i haven't been out in months, and i don't know where to go. i grab my phone, shoot a text... "hey, you spinning tonight?" i've probably sent that text 1000 times over the course of our relationship. i can't think of a time when i didn't know him. he played drums for the african dance company i was in as a kid. our parents are friends. we participated in the same summer program year after year. he's family. my smart ass big brother. he's always got my back, he shoots straight, and he's the best damn DJ i've ever had the pleasure of hearing spin. i recognize his mixes without even knowing it's him. and not because he does the same ones, but because only he thinks to mix the shit he mixes. and when i hear a good ol' crazy mix... it never fails, it's krate!
most recently, i shot him a text. "i need a favor. can you mix these 3 songs into one track for me?" i sent him the list : bound 2 by kanye, sex therapy by robin thicke, and ordinary heart by emily king. 30 minutes later, i get a text "i just sent you an email."
when i tell y'all this man is the greatest to do it... i mean that thang!
best DJ EVER! bar none.