With a name like James Fucking Friedman, you must have some fucking fabulous attributes. Or at the very least, have some fucking fierce skills doing what you do.
Well, as the facts are laid out, it becomes apparent that it’s really not the big-city electro DJ’s own egotistic tendencies that prompted the moniker, instead, the work of some party-throwing maniac who booked too many DJs at a massive loft party, so decided to label him Fucking Friedman on the bill.
“I had nothing to do with it basically, but it’s definitely memorable,” he says with quick articulation and a laugh. “I think my mom’s sort of embarrassed. My family was actually really bummed when they heard it, my mom was like, ‘I guess you’re not going to law school.’”
Well the name definitely stuck, but actually, if you search engine James Friedman, you may come up with James Fucking Friedman, or you may come up with James
