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I used to be a part-time journalist for radio and print media. I started back in 1998 and quickly got interested in the night life scene. At the time, I was also starting to be a DJ so the two interests coincided.
I had pretty much made friends with all of the production companies of events in Quebec. Towards the end of this period in my life, I was working for them, ferrying around international DJs from the Montreal airport and such.
But much earlier (2001), I started writing reviews on club nights and rave nights. This got me into hot water once. There was this production house which was fully supported by the bikers. They used their rave nights as fronts to sell their dope. At the time, they were the only promoters specializing in house music.
I was invited to their rave night and went as usual. I seem to remember that posted a negative review on their night. I remember mentioning drug dealers surrounded by their hoochies and prostitutes, or something to that effect. Needless to say, it wasn’t a good night. I remembered that I debated with myself if I should post the review. My integrity as a journalist trumped my survival instinct.
A week after my review was posted, a guy came to visit me at my weekly radio show with his hooker-like girlfriend. He was one of the main faces of the promoters. He threatened me and wanted me to retract my review. Knowing that he was involved with the bikers and was a drug dealer himself, I didn’t really press my point. I retracted the review. I didn’t feel like having my legs broken by drug dealers.