He thinks he’s the next John Summit. You know someone like this. Maybe has a perfectly respectable job or maybe he’s unemployed hoping that his 3am set at the local bar is going to take him to the top of the charts. He has a group chat with his frat brothers, opinions about house music, and somewhere in his apartment, a Pioneer controller he bought six months ago and has used exactly twice. He does not perform anywhere. He has no bookings. He does, however, refer to…

