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Scott Redmond has a posse. Rabid followers of Rush Limbaughand Jim Rome refer to themselves as Dittoheads and Clones. And now some of Tom Martino's listeners seem hell-bent on making names for themselves as Neanderthals and bigots.
Last Wednesday, DJ Quote, aka Quentin Jones, got caught in the Troubleshooter's crosshairs and wound up getting blasted. Contacted by Martino's staffers regarding a complaint from a listener who'd hired the DJ to perform at her wedding, then didn't get an immediate refund after he canceled, Quote reportedly made threats to the staff and then dropped a string of F-bombs, both off and on the air. After he went profane in public, Martino pulled the plug, calling the DJ an "idiot" and broadcasting his personal phone number -- numerous times -- as he urged listeners to call and share their thoughts.
And they did. Quote's phone has been ringing ever since. Late last week, I listened to about a dozen of the callers' messages -- most of which originated in Texas -- which ranged from relatively harmless, expletive-filled rants to flat-out racist hate-mongering.
Wednesday, 3:24 p.m.: Hey scumbag fuck-nugget, hope you fucking go out of business, you piece of shit.
Wednesday, 6:53 p.m.: You stupid dumb motherfuckin' asshole...motherfucking dumb cracking dumbshit. What an idiot. I like to cuss a lot, too, 'cause you're a fucking idiot. I hope you lose business. I hope you go out of business and file bankruptcy, 'cause I'm listening to you on the Tom Martino show, you dumb fuck.
Wednesday, 8:51 p.m.: Man, fuck you, nigger!
Wednesday, 8:52 p.m.: Give the money back, you fucking moron. Give the money fucking back. Give the money back, you fucking idiot. Fucking DJ Fuck.
Wednesday, 9:57 p.m.: Hey, brother, I know you've just been exposed on the Tom Martino show, and I think your black ass is gonna be out of business soon.
Thursday, 8:45 a.m.: Blessed day? You're talking about blessed day and you rip people off. You're just another fucking nigger.
Thursday, 11:01 a.m.: Hey, Quentin, dude. Hey, Quentin, you're a punk. You're a punk, man. You know what we like to do with punks? We like to stick our big dicks in little punks' assholes. You hear that, Quentin? We're gonna dick you real good, you punk.
The calls keep coming. Although Quote jokes that he's getting so many he's "going to have to hire a receptionist," he's clearly upset. "Yes, I'm a quick-tempered person," he allows. "But this is overwhelming. Martino has me listed as someone that he busted. This is one incident in my entire career where I've ever had a bad experience."
According to Quote, the incident started when he agreed to deejay a friend of a friend's wedding. The couple, Lisa Agee and Gabe Baracker, were slated to get married last Friday and had hired the DJ earlier in the summer after seeing him spin at Club Purple. Quote says he made it clear that he's not a wedding DJ and was only doing this as a favor for a friend. Still, Agee and Baracker were pleased enough with what they'd seen at Purple to give Quote a $350 deposit.
From this point on, though, no one agrees on much of anything. Baracker insists that Quote was almost unreachable. And once he finally reached the DJ, Quote was unreasonable. He addressed Baracker in a "rude manner," Agee complained in an e-mail to Quote, adding "Your behavior was uncalled for and inappropriate." On his website, Martino accuses Quote of being verbally abusive to Baracker.
"Verbally abusive?" Quote responds. "It depends on what you define that as. He called me and told me, 'Where the fuck have you been? We've been trying to get ahold of you.' I can't remember the exact time and the dates, but his exact response was I had thirty minutes to meet him, figure out their songs and their playlist, because they felt I was running from them. I told him, 'You know what? If you're going to talk to me this way, I don't want to do your wedding. I don't have to do your wedding, and I will give you a refund -- today, or as soon as possible.' He said, 'Today would be great. That would be great.' And then I didn't hear from him. That was the end of the conversation. Two days later, he calls me back again, and he's like, 'What are we going to do about the refund? You need to mail it to us or we'll figure out what we're going to do.' I was like, 'I'll mail it to you on the 20th, the date of your wedding.' 'But that's not good enough for me,' he said. 'I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to e-mail KS-107.5. I'm going nationwide. You'll never have a job anywhere else as a wedding DJ.'"
I can attest to Quote's quick temper. We met last winter at one of the Radio Bums' record pool pick-ups. A mutual friend (sound familiar?) had agreed to build Quote's website, and as a webmaster in a previous life, I offered to tutor our friend. A few weeks later, Quote called, told me our friend had flaked and asked me to put the site together. I explained that I no longer did that sort of thing. But after a little more discussion, he convinced me to try. Ultimately, though, I couldn't make it happen fast enough for Quote. And while I reiterated that I was doing him a favor and said the money was inconsequential, the tone of his e-mails and phone calls gave me the sense that he thought I was trying to get over on him. Things didn't work out, and his site never got built. And Quote wasn't happy with me, either.