And may their first child be a masculine child

Don Corleone: Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me first?
Bonasera: What do you want of me? Tell me anything, but do what I beg you to do.
Don Corleone: What is that?
[Bonasera gets up and whispers in the Don's ear]
Don Corleone: That I cannot do.
Bonasera: I'll give you anything you ask.
Don Corleone: We've known each other for many years but this is the first time you've ever come to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is Godmother to your only child. But, let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship and you were afraid to be in my debt.
Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.
Don Corleone: I understand. You found paradise in America. You had a good trade, made a good living, the police protected you and there were courts of law and you didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me and you say "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my home on the day my daughter's to be married and you ask me to do murder for money.
Bonasera: I ask you for justice.
Don Corleone: That is not justice your daughter is still alive.
Bonasera: Let them suffer then. As she suffers. How much shall I pay you?
Don Corleone: Bonasera. Bonasera. What have I ever done to make you to treat me so disrespectfully. If you had come to me in friendship then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies then they would become my enemies. And then, they would fear you.
Bonasera: Be my friend... Godfather.
[kisses Don Corleone's ring]
Don Corleone: Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But, until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
Bonasera: Grazie, Godfather.
Don Corleone: Bene.
[Bonasera exits]
Don Corleone: [to Tom]
Don Corleone: Give this to, uh, Clemenza. I want reliable people, people who aren't going to be carried away. After all we're not murderers in spite of what this undertaker thinks.


Domyślam się, że wszyscy znają ten kultowy film a także tą scenę. Ale ja nie o tym chciałem. To taki wstęp do posta o kimś zupełnie innym niż Don Corleone, aczkolwiek jest trochę podobieństw. ;) Taki lot załapałem, a co?


Ladies and gentleman! DJ GODFATHER!




Człowiek, który razem z Assaultem wymyślił gatunek o pięknej nazwie ghetto-tech. To co robi w trakcie setów to dla mnie kosmos. Nikt tak nie łączy turntablistycznych skillsów z technicznym graniem. To jak beatmatchuje kawałki "on the fly", przechodzi prostymi acz urokliwymi skreczami z jednego kawałka do drugiego, żongluje kawałkami... Prawdziwy ojciec chrzestny dj'ingu! Sprawdźcie też drugi filmik z jutuba prezentujący jego unikalne umiejętności, niestety nie mogę embedować bo pan uploader nie pozwolił (I hate you so much right now).

A teraz pocałujcie pierścień i ruszajcie tyłkiem w rytm Ghetto-Tech!


Pzdr,
Don Buszkone