David Guetta on his detractors: “F*ck them”

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No matter what David Guetta does, it’s going to be divisive. With prime placement amongst dance music’s top-earners and a staggering 34 million fans on Facebook, the DJ is not the first guy you’d expect to “hijack the system”. Regardless, that was the motto that went with Guetta’s show this week in London: a ‘secret’ party in a warehouse-style space presented by Burn energy drinks, a Coca Cola product. The event was a collaboration with Paris-born, Los Angeles-based street artist Mr Brainwash (the subject of Banksy’s Exit Through The Gift Shop documentary), who gave the venue its look. He’s also set to direct the music video for the Guetta/Nicky Romero hook-up Metropolis. Mr Brainwash’s real name is Thierry Guetta, but the pair is not related.

A corporate-sponsored night that was all about celebrating dance music’s DIY roots pretty accurately sums up the paradoxes of David Guetta. However, as picked up by Mixmag and other UK outlets, before his set the Frenchman gave short shrift to the critics who berate him for diluting dance music and selling out. “I would say fuck them,” he said. “I come from that scene. When I started making music I was only about 11-years-old, the reason I was underground was because I didn’t have a choice. If I think my music is amazing, why would I not want to share it with more people? I think people are really narrow-minded. Why shouldn’t I be sharing my music with the world? We need to keep this music going for ourselves.”

The London party, which featured a surprise appearance from Nicky Romero, was advertised as David Guetta going back to his roots. “In the beginning of the ‘90s, I was organising raves,” he says in the video below. “We used to give a phone number, and say, meet you at eight [pm] at this place. I would put the soundsystem and lights in a tunnel under construction. We would bring 2,000, 3,000 people; this is where I’m coming from.”

Earlier this year, inthemix delved into the love/hate affair that David Guetta inspires with this in-depth feature, where we sat down with the DJ after the premiere of Nothing But The Beat: The Movie.

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B_e_de said on the 3rd Aug, 2012

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