Some DJs have worked long enough to merit such an ego. One of these is Paul Oakenfold, a man who's in his 40s and still works at getting kids half his age to dance in place to his music. But in the eyes and ears of many, Oakenfold is to electronic music what Denis Leary is to comedy: a too-cool-for-school male diva whose rock-star preening has alienated more folks than it has attracted.
Fans of "Oakey" will vehemently disagree. They say that he deserves to enjoy his success. After all, he's been everywhere out there as a DJ, remixer, and producer, and he's been at it much longer than most deckmasters -- all the way from New York's post-Studio 54 scene through London's acid-house era and right up to the present.
Last year, he released Bunkka, which answered the age-old question, "Can a London DJ create an album in which Ice Cube, Nelly Furtado, Grant Lee Buffalo, and Hunter S. Thompson can coexist in perfect harmony?" Okay, so that question has never been asked. But you can thank a cat like Oakenfold for even bringing up the thought.
