I like to think that our local aliens are rejecting orders from their far away superiors to destroy our planet because they fell in love with watching Steph Curry play basketball. What if their favorite thing in the whole Cosmos is Snoop's Doggystyle album so they just can't pull the trigger until either Snoop passes from natural causes or agrees to leave to Planet Cruton with them and record the illest album of all time the universe over. They have to travel to the afterlife and bring Rick James back like Jack Sparrow, but shortly after succeeding, they kick Rick out of the studio because the aliens initially underestimated Rick is a habitual line-stepper and has an uncanny ability to go on a bendy rager. So they have to take another trip to the afterlife just to take Rick back to dwell in the abyss. This is why I don't have a flat in the Hollywood Hills next to Tarantino and Stallone because ya boy is a First Class moron. Mamba episode of Vinyl Soul Searching coming through on Monday most likely, these DJ sets are getting an average of 1 additional listener per episode lol hey at least it's not one less everytime. AND like I said before, if just one person discovers one slapper that they enjoy it's all worth it. Don't fear the aliens. Play solid music really loud, and walk out into the yard with both a plate of steaming hot grilled cheeses, and a plate of Oreos with a couple of cigarettes to boot. Nobody gets their feelings hurt. See y'all next week
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