Should you be super old, like me, you may well remember living through those halcyon days that were the late 1980’s and early to mid 1990’s. Days of carefree and misspent youth. Days spent gaming, nights spent raving. Or in my case, nights spent playing records that I’d chosen to play, loudly, to fee-paying customers that wished to shuffle and gyrate in front of me. Awkwardly and inhibited at first, and somewhat more wackily as the evening passed and they became more inebriated.
Yes, I was a DJ, ‘spinning platters’ on the ‘wheels of steel’ of a Friday, Saturday and occasionally a Sunday night circa 1996. This continued throughout the late 1990’s and in to the early part of the 2000’s. I’d play at nightclubs both regional and national and also co-hosted a weekend show on a city pirate radio station (back when pirate radio truly was about taking over real radio waves and not simply hosting a Shoutcast server). I wrote a few tracks, simple stuff as I haven’t a note in my head, which met with reasonable acclaim and distributed on a microscopic scale. At one point, on a train home from London, and having picked up a music magazine to read on the journey, I discovered that on page 69, there I was on the new release reviews, rubbing shoulders between the Beastie Boys and David Morales. I even scored 4 out 5 stars in their review of my work!