No. But the laws are dumb. No modern artist ever got big without others playing their music. Mad love to the originals, but our culture is built collaboratively.  

Uh, sure. If you’ve listened to my stuff, and think you want this style of musical miscreance mutiliating your marital merriment, hit me up. At least my version of Jerimiah the Bullfrog will start a moshpit. 

I dated a math major in college, and she addressed her letters to me to S^4, given my initials. 

Look for the room in your office that has white porcelain seats full of water. Throw it in there and hit the handle that makes swirlies. Then send an email to abuse@djs4 dot com. 

I’m your huckleberry. Lets rock.

My remixes are never available for sale. They are intended as social commentary and are released under a creative criminal 69 (CC69) license. Download, distribute, destroy, and deconstruct at your leisure.