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"Big" Neil McMillan - half beard, half turntable. He
swaggered into town, shakin' what his mama gave him, and proceeded to
funk the beat. In a sweaty basement he'd play blockparty hip-hop exclusives
from the Big Smoke to the Big Apple, and rock hard. I'd drag my friends
along, all 3 of them, 'cos we knew this was the start of something big.
Something bigger than Big Neil ... Hi Karate. That was three years
ago. He's continued to wow the crowds with his impeccable taste, stunning
mixing, unique fashions and loyalty to all things bogle, and I still feel
a tremendous honour to "work" with the great man. I say "work"
because any deejay who describes getting razzed and banging on their favourite
tunes as "work" really *should* get a proper job. And I didn't
say "play" because, well, that conjures up far dodgier connotations.
Mind you, who wouldn't? |