If you know anything about me, I LOVE cancel wars. I make that shit my bitch.
I believe in escalating. It’s good for metrics, but bad for productivity.
Five cancel campaigns across two countries. Three in CDMX, two in NYC. The accusations are always the same — misogynist, homophobe, whatever buzzword is trending that week. The playbook never changes either: take screenshots of their accusations, promote them on my end, watch the ticket sales spike.
Every time the drama resurfaces, more people buy tickets. People love to support the underdog. The people who are upset at me are not the ideal guests anyway. This just drives the opposite type of people to our events.
Nine months after the last cancel attempt — no apologies, no atonement, no rebrand. Books more DJs in a day than most haters combined in a year. Bigger crowds. Higher quality. More investment into the local scene.
You can’t cancel what can’t be killed.