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Frankie Knuckles has Leg Amputated...
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I can't find any verification on this except that post. Def. if so!
Some of his mixes here...
http://www.myspace.com/fkalways
Some of his mixes here...
http://www.myspace.com/fkalways
"So knives out
Cook him up
Squash his head
Put him in the pot "-jz
Cook him up
Squash his head
Put him in the pot "-jz
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Really sorry to hear this...but did anybody read the whole post? WOW, talk about being tactless...
(On a side note: The party DID continue. The after party was at Zanzibar, which is the old Crystal Pistol, which is the new who-knows-what. Uhm, it was a really messy party. In the bathroom stall I learned how to snort drugs for the first time - howdy, crystal meth!!!!!! wipppppeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! - and I'm not sure if that's related to the fact that after leaving the stall, I wandered around with my right tit hanging out of my rave bra for a good 20 minutes, mistaking some weird dude from San Jose (weren't there always weird dudes from San Jo at parties back then?) for my boyfriend and getting into all kinds of more trouble. OK, sorry to sully a beautiful memory.)
yeah, all the sensitivity of a stampeding bull.Thomas D and Jack Thomas wrote:Really sorry to hear this...but did anybody read the whole post? WOW, talk about being tactless...
(On a side note: The party DID continue. The after party was at Zanzibar, which is the old Crystal Pistol, which is the new who-knows-what. Uhm, it was a really messy party. In the bathroom stall I learned how to snort drugs for the first time - howdy, crystal meth!!!!!! wipppppeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! - and I'm not sure if that's related to the fact that after leaving the stall, I wandered around with my right tit hanging out of my rave bra for a good 20 minutes, mistaking some weird dude from San Jose (weren't there always weird dudes from San Jo at parties back then?) for my boyfriend and getting into all kinds of more trouble. OK, sorry to sully a beautiful memory.)
Frankie Knuckles was DJing at my first proper club night out... early nineties. wicked. poor guy.