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Back To The Naughties Part 1…

I feel lost. I feel saddened. Most of all I feel disillusioned about the art of Djing I once placed above everything else around me. House Music is & DJ Set Ups are rapidly changing around me. Over the past five years Dublin Clubbing seems to have imploded, and the house music has had so much cosmetic surgery its hard to find enough of the sounds and rhythms' being played, the sounds that I fell in love with all those years ago are being played by DJs who resemble something from a science fiction movie or TV show, but a shit science fiction movie or TV show, something like that Steo Spielberg thing on FX. Rubbish. Because sets or so programmed thanks to the likes of DJ Software I find modern DJ sets boring.

I wana go back…

I remember when I was a 20 year old superstar doing my Saturday shopping in stores like HMV Henry Street, then hitting up Abbey Discs via Arrnotts sports department before crossing the boarder onto the sophisticated Southside to spent a euro or 50 in Carbon, situated on the prime hot chick viewing platform that was the mezzanine level of Urban Outfitters. Those really were the days in my opion.

I wana go back…

I understand that almost half if not the majority of people that read this bit of script will be believeing im just another 29 hitting 30, two kids and a mortgage, still hanging on to the slick mix that was once his social scene every weekend, with the more than occasional Tuesday. The not old school to him but old school to you type of DJ and I would say you are right, I am all of those things and more. I'm bitter. I'm twisted. I wish the scene as I knew could return and remain. I wish vinyl was everything, I wish there was only good producers making it to the promised land of the label, I wish there was a cartel of downloading sites Traxsource, Beatport & Clickgroove and file sharing was never invented. I wish a DJM 600 and pair of Technics kitted out with some funky "Fuck of I'm Mixing" slipmats and some tidy looking Ortafan Pro Cartridges was all that was required. I wish there was no such thing as USA Dub Step, fuck I wish mainstream USA would just stick to there fucking Rap Rap with there Dr. Snoop Ice Cream's. I wish there was no acts that use the words, Swedish, House or Mafia within there title. I really wish the alter ego know as Deadmau5 was just dead mouse or I wish, I wish, I wish….

But the fact is in ten years time the DJ who is 20 and of the same make up but slightly altered mentality as I am now will feel exactly as I do and communicate there feelings as I have done today, through what ever medium they will have at there disposal how they will wonder how the next wave of electronica acts & software DJs coming through would just give it over, and cop on to themselves…

DJ Depression is a serious Illness, if not treated can manifested it self in ways your young DJ mind can not yet comprehend.

I wana go back…

I'm not trying to write anything clever, just getting shit of my hairy man chest..