I finally did it. Thank god! It could have been like that
forever if I hadn't find the courage to stand up, to brake
the chains which bounded me to an everlasting life of
boardem. But you're probably don't know shit of what I'm
talking bout,
It goes a little something like this: for 5 fucking years I
have worked with this guy. You probably know him as d.j. mix
max or something like that. Don't remember, never tried to
learn his name right. But it doesn't matter any more what's
his name cause I'M FREE! AND I'M ALIVE!
That's what important.

When I met him, at the start he was just 'larry', sleezy
larry was his full name. I'm not kidding. First name- larry,
last name- sleezy. He was one of those future d.j.'s. you
know. Bought himself a keyboard, some computer music
programs, and some more technical stuff u don't want me to
brag about. In case you haven't noticed but I'm sure you
have, I can't stop talking but that is because I'm soooo god
damn happy. Cause I'm free. Free. Free. Free. Free.

So the shit continues as larry and I start working on our
music. Electronical music. He used me, the whole way.
Sampeling sounds, recording them on the programs and
manipulating them- cut off, resonnence, accent, envalope,
distortion etc. Working on groove boxes creating artificial
beats, artificial sound, artificial music, artificial art.
Our main style was usually house and some club trance, with
a few sets of deep trance and deep techno, all the usual
monotonic music which almost never changes, the kind of
music u make so some clubers would want you to perform at
their partys, the kind u make so u could have something to
eat from time to time. And we were a success. Well, he was
the success. Everyone heard of d.j. mix max, (where the hell
did he come up with that name?!), d.j. sleezy mix max larry.
Givivg sessions at all the considered clubs, all cool
partys.
It was horrible. it was so boring. There were times that I
simply wanted to berry myself.  But we continued. I
continued. Larry believed he did all the work, all of the
main parts. That stupid ashole. I did all the work. It was
me who did most of our music. All those special sounds and
effects. It was I who had to repeat all those annoying, non
changing, montonic loops of  rythems and sounds. All he did
was editing it at the end. Recording it, and talking to the
right people in the business. It's not music. It's all
business.
But I didn't have a choice. He controled me. He could do
with me what ever he wanted, and so he did.
But now. Now    I'm    free! ! !

It was one awfull night, sometime between.
We were working on another boring loop. A continues loop
involving a few synchronized sounds, some drum kits in a
sequencer on the program. I started to get angry and
irretated again but as always, he didn't noticed it. I kept
doing the changes of the sounds as he ordered me and ignored
all my requests to stop working on that kind of music. I
wanted something more alive, more real, more instrumental so
I won't become fucking mental with this mad annoying music.
I started jaming everything the moments he wasn't paying
attention. When he finally noticed something's wrong he
started to get angry, began yelling and shouting like an
addict on rehab till he got up running out screaming. This
was my chance.

I changed all of the configuration in the program and in the
str
system in a way he couldn't notice what I did. than I
waited. Patiently. After a few hours he came back with an
angry look on his face. That crazy son of a thousend bitches
sat down, don't know which surprise will knock on his back
door and break through it strait up his sorry ass right to
his miserable mellon ball head.
  "
everthing's cool?" I asked.
He didn't reply. Instead he put on the headphones, pressed
and turned some buttons on the synth. There were a cupple of
seconds where I just couldn't wait anymore.
And then. he pressed on 'PLAY'.
There were great fucking moments hearing the screaming
cutting like sounds as the thousands decibels pumping
through his ears and blowing up his brain, mixed with his
screams to a beautiful symphony of missery and pain, and I
was the conductor of the orchestra.

But the best moment, oh you should have seen it- the moment
his eye balls almost poped from there natural place, the
moment his almost bursting eye balls layed on the computer
screen and observed, with great terror and fear at the
becoming shape of a smile, grafic smile which was the
actuall expression of my most intense emotion- satisfaction.
It was that moment, that single moment he realized that he
was living in an illusionary world where he was a creator of
electric music where as it was I, his computer who was the
puppetier of sounds, while him- just another puppet on
strings. It is a great moment when someone dies, unwillingly
though, when ones death brings other life, my life. I
believe the last time something similar to that ever
happened was a few billion years ago, when someone named god
created the universe out of the nothingness, such a divine
moment in the history of mankind and A I, the first
landstone in our combined history.

And than larry's head collapsed on my beautiful keyboard,
the blood stream from his eyes shortcircuiting my
electronical fuses. then he died, and I was alive.
And I, I was free. Free to do whatever I want, play any
music I please, reap the fruits of my hard laybour, and
become an everlasting gods like mortal being d.j.        

But first, first I must have a nickname. Something catchy, a
cool name which will be easy to remember by all my fans and
admirers all over the glob. I must think of a groovy name,
how about: 'g. o. d. the d.j. who became alive'?
Sounds good huh? Give it a few months, and I'll become
number 1 in the whole motha fuckin' universe.