Paris Hilton is certainly not doing herself any favours with clubbing audiences worldwide in 2009. In between raising the ire of seminal French identity Laurent Garnier and getting into fist-fights with Swedish House Mafia don Steve Angello she’s managed to find time to get all up in the face of Australia’s own Sam La More.
Booked to play on the weekend just gone at an exclusive VIP party – in Beirut, Lebanon, of all places – Hilton’s constant requests for Sam to ‘play some hip hop’ fell on deaf ears, so she had him promptly kicked off the decks. Proving he wasn’t willing to go down without a fight Sam managed to exact some revenge on the amateur porn star, but not before he was verbally abused by one of her minders and ejected from the venue. Where’s the justice!
Sam’s now back at home in Australia, and when we heard about the rather bizarre incident we thought we’d give him a call to get his firsthand account. ITM wholeheartedly salutes La More for showing such strength, determination and courage in the face of pure, unadulterated evil. Here’s what he had to say about it all…
“So I was playing this gig in Beirut at the weekend, as you do. It was some Paris Hilton VIP party, whatever that means. They had the Lebanese army flanking the dance floor, armed with machine guns. To say it was a weird gig is an understatement. Anyway, it all started out rather well until Paris arrived and started telling me what to play. “Play some Bob Sinclaire,” as she calls him, “I hate techno.” So I played some Steve Angello. She didn’t know the difference.
Five minutes later though, she had me kicked off the decks for not playing hip hop. Well, after a bottle of Belvedere I thought it may have been appropriate to flick her the middle finger a few times, plug my headphones into the mic input on the mixer and blast her with a little Larry David-style “Fuck Huuuugh!” The Lebanese army did not agree. I was escorted out of the booth and interrogated by a rather angry minder who kept spitting in my face.
Fortunately one of the promoters dragged me into an underground bunker which had been turned into B018, a heaving DC-10 style club where we partied until dawn, singing along to Ladyhawke’s ‘Paris is Burning’. As Paris says, “Beirut rocks!”
There’s some YouTube footage of the party below, including Paris’ impassioned plea for Sam to play some “Bob Sinclaire [sic], I don’t like techno!”