NOBODY told me dat a BLACK SUPERMAN exists!!
I ventured to Turbo Nightclub to see a bald headed, gap toothed, large bodied, and very friendly DJ by the name of Carl Cox. Yes...he definitely is a Techno Super Hero. In a world where other techno DJ's lap in the luxury of mediocrity, along came Carl to fight crime with an assault of beats to turn the eardrums of the Toronto massive inside out!
With his mighty superhuman strength, he gathered all his DJ might to slaughter non-believers with turntable #1. Turntable #2 pulverized the rest those who were still flinching from the initial decapitation. And then with a mighty flex of his arm and drop of the needle, turntable #3 made us see that there is an afterlife.
An afterlife where techno reigns supreme. The kind of party where people are constantly smiling knowing that they have been rescued from the evil ways of the scene we all embrace. The villains, whore mongers, and decepticons were all equal that night, thriving with a common pulse, pounding with the rhythms that banged from the speaker!
Where many wannabe super heroes just go through the motions, Carl Cox was taking pictures, giving high fives, heck...even kissing babies. You would think that he was running for mayor of T.O. too. But no....the relentless beats that this immortal man had under his cape told me that he came here to save everybody.
Last night a DJ did indeed save my life....Da Black Superman, ...CARL COX!!