Don't Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)

My neighbor is a DJ. He doesn't know I'm stalking him. Well, not stalking him stalking him (it's trivial to find out where he lives or when he's enjoying his speakers-the-size-of-Stonehenge). Rather, he does not know that a friend of mine knows him loosely by association because they both enjoy electronic music and frequent the same Cleveland nightlife Internet forums.

Last Notacon, my friend told me your screenname, bitch.

So I keep tabs on what my DJ neighbor is doing: the acts that he's excited to see come to town, when he's spinning at a particular club, and so forth. This weekend, he posted this:

"Recently,

I had a conversation about Electronic Music at Moda with Van Um.

He told me that Cleveland does not support house music. So, unless its a headliner, they wont do it.

So, instead the biggest nightclub in Cleveland has Benne Valez and Hipity Hop, and Salsa.

Salsa is bigger in this town then the Electronic, and that is sad.

I cant imaging Clubs like 'Space' being taken over by Salsa...

thats why I have to move out of this City...."

No, you have to move out of this city because you're loud and I hate you. I'd bet money he moves out in April when his current lease expires. And that's just not soon enough.

(And by the way, there's nothing wrong with salsa music you ignorant fuck.)