I told him that I did do that sometimes. I told him that it was mostly very old school soul and sixties tracks, though, but that didn't deter him.
"I... I grew up on that shit! I do Garage and Drum and Bass stuff! I could MC over your set! Here, do you wanna take my number? I can give you a demo tape!"
I gently agreed to do something like that when I next saw him, but privately couldn't image how anyone MC'ing over "Out on the Floor" would work, or what help I - a man in his late thirties - was going to be in getting him attention as an urban artist. It was like a complete reverse of that "League of Gentleman" sketch where Les McQueen is trying to push a demo tape on the Drum and Bass kid. "Go on! Take it! What harm can it do?"
I do know a couple of promoters I could give a demo to, and I could explain the poor chap's situation, but if it's not very good I really don't know what I'm supposed to say the next time I see him. And if I start pushing garage artists on people, I think they'll naturally assume I'm having some kind of mid-life crisis or breakdown.
In short - this has all the hallmarks of yet another "Curb Your Enthusiasm" situation in my life.