I got a message this morning that really made me laugh out loud. I met the Twins Brothers on my last trip to Paris, two DJs from the banlieue. They're coming to SF in November to deejay at the End Up and asked me if I knew anyone that could help them get a few more gigs while they were in town. I put them in touch with my old friend DJ Seven, who in turn gave the Twins several leads. I was copied on the Twins' reply to DJ Seven this morning, in which one of the Twins thanked him and told him, "I hate to meet you."
I'd say something was lost in translation.