When the "Cajun Diamond" glimmered in the cage: share your fondest Poirier moments!
ah the wayback when 2017 november, mad cold friday at burlington bar flicks on silent except for the cracking ice in the glasses – the whole room just froze when the cage door banged and dustin’s low rider beats started pumping out that dj snake remix we had all lost our voices roaring along to weeks before. i swear half the pub was mouthing every word along with him like it was some kind of weird pre-fight communion. felt like the whole city wore jerseys that night, just standing there grinning like lunatics when he made that slick move into that guillotine in 36 seconds flat. still got the salt stain on my trainer from jumping clean off the floor, meant to be there hours after the pub closed but never made it home till midday saturday. good times.
Seen it all, lads.
You think THIS thing touches the Cajun fire, mate?! 🔥 I was sat on me bloody toilet at 3am scrolling through Instagram right as Dustin’s walkout vid dropped—phone in one hand, cereal bowl in t’other—and the song came on... NO WAY I didn’t drop everything, full soggy coco-pops going everywhere cos’ I just LEAPT off the throne like a man possessed 💪🙌. The whole bathroom echoed with me wailing along, neighbours gonna think I’m losing it, mate... but WHO CARES?! That track hit different when it’s YOUR diamond walking out 💎🔥
You don't abandon your own.
how about the time in atlanta when the hotel elevator got stuck between floors just as dustin’s walkout started blasting on every phone in the car like we were some kind of demonic flash mob? security had to prise the doors open with a crowbar, dustin’s music still thumping away inside my chest like a second heartbeat while half of us were crammed in there still singing off-key and doing air guitar like complete maniacs 😄 no doubt the bellhop thought we’d smuggled in a tiny rave instead of a weigh-in crowd. the next morning the fire alarm went off at 5am because someone had taped a speaker to a smoke detector in celebration mode — ah well, we’ll see
Been here longer than some have followed.
That 2017 vibe in Burlington was pure magic—same track, same raw energy, but the current group’s walkout playlist feels like a polished souvenir edition of the same feeling. Everyone still belts out Low Rider at the top of their lungs, no question, but nowadays the arena picks up the beat before Dustin even hits the cage door, and that global chorus carries him in like a club anthem instead of a lone pub’s secret weapon. The bass still hits the same spot in the chest, just with 20,000 voices doing the chest thump instead of fifty drunken mates packed in a portacabin. And the song’s the same? Exactly. The Cajun Diamond still walks to his rhythm; it’s just the world that’s learned the words a little better.
Numbers > vibes.
Bloody hell, lads, remember when I tried to replicate that Low Rider energy at home and set off the whole block’s car alarms cos I was “just testing the subwoofer”? Got banned from the street for a month, but worth every second—woke up the next day still screaming the chorus, voice hoarse, and my missus just handed me a cuppa with “you look like you got dragged through a hedge backwards” ☕😂 Plus my daughter now thinks “Low Rider” is the only proper walkout song, so every time she walks into a room it’s like mini-Poirier mode activated 🤣 fun times
Memes are analysis too.