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Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Bedroom Djaying vs live club and bar music in Kings Cross

As a promoter of my own independent music taste and style the Sydney Niche market has been a case of heaps of people offering a place in a club say Sydney's Home Nightclub in Cockle Bay, or perhaps Favela in Kings Cross.  It has been a very careful approach to fans, and nightclub organisers, who believe I have what it takes to bring my own taste of 12" vinyl, beatmixing, and electronic compositions, the very truth is far from it.

As an independent music producer, a great many artists would focus on money, but for me money does not define the extent of artistic or scientific forms and melodies, and commercialism, whilst offering modelling and djay work, is hard to fit in a gig in between production and computer testing, and modelling within the television, Tai Chi, and Karate-Do practice, together with Raja and Hatha Yoga.

I frown upon those in the media that take mental illness to be an excuse not to go to nightclubs, with all the patrons and con artists out there, sometimes it just makes more sense to appreciate the accommodation and micro friendships on offer in Sydney, and turn your iPod into a music machine, still having made some fringe festivals and clubs in Sydney such as Chet Faker's wonderful live performance from FBIsocial at the Kings Cross hotel, as a djay with vocal challenges, such as the famous Sydney "lemon in throat" syndrome, I have allowed myself to work on the edge of the limit where the mind and body is vulnerable and also in a narrower way remained optimistic about future music festivals, such as the Cross introducing an ID system to provide better security.  I worked closely with Myspace, before choosing a label and therefore remained independant, and wanted to allow others to receive my music, at no charge, because within Euphoric Trance music, I was able to define more imaginative mediums, such as meditation music and mind sweating breaks, without droning beats and at the same time, reflecting on other producers like John Digweed, and Nick Muir, I also got heavily influenced by Acid House music of Carl Cox, that transcendental meditation could take root in a hazy recollection, of actual house dance festivals, and with the band mentality.  I was definately a Gatecrasher, and Ministry of Sound consumer.

Nick D