DJ Johnson started Cosmik Debris in hopes that it would be a cook book, but for reasons that have never been fully explained it immediately became a music magazine. Never one to give up, Johnson continues to harass his interview subjects with questions about their favorite recipes, only to have those sections cut out of the interviews by members of the staff who have him convinced that they, in fact, are the editors. Clearly, we're not talking about Albert Einstein here. Everything Johnson's done has been purely accidental, but the record speaks for itself. So... go listen to the record. It'll tell you that Cosmik Debris was started in 1995, one of the earliest sound and graphic magazines on what was the wild wild west-like Web. All these years later, the magazine continues to thrive and continues to provide a balance of coverage like no other magazine, giving equal attention to reggae, blues, jazz, hip-hop, metal, garage, and just about everything else. Johnson is quick to point out that he couldn't have done it alone, that he must have had accomplices, that he's not taking this monster rap all by himself. He spits out the names Shaun, David, John and several others, screaming "What does it MEAN!!?" at the Ouija board before shrugging and taking the radio into the tub to listen to All Things Considered on NPR. His only weakness has been his tendency to lead staff meetings in dresses and stiletto heels, but we let it go because he can fire us. When DJ isn't working, he likes to relax by working.
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