Just as my margarita arrives in all it's lemon sour glory, a phone call whisks me away to the darkest depths of London. My debut at BEAT Club was on call with 20 minutes notice - but luckily I had a few tracks that I wanted to bust out specifically for the late owls. BEAT is where every DJ in London wants to play. It's the West End mecca for deep, dark'n'dirty tunes. Where the crowd is a little more flexible with tech sounds being thrown at them whilst they order magnums and sip champagne. Many club owners argue that this kind of music will not survive in the West, but BEAT has proved otherwise. Big shout out to my sister Shannon for being there by my side the whole set through. It really makes a difference when you have a few friends around, your confidence levels soar and you have much more fun dancing with someone.
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 I went to Berlin to celebrate New Years. It was an option that won only to Ibiza. But having done that last year, it was preferable to do something more out of the ordinary. What else was cooler than Berlin? With history seeping from every building, wall and street; music that filled every crevice and art on every corner, it would be the best destination to practice the infamous eat-sleep-rave-repeat experience. On the last day - morning rather, we decided it was blasphemy to come to the city of music and not pay respects to it's heart. Berghain. Coming to Berlin and not ( attempting ) going to Berghain was like going to Jerusalem and not making a pilgrimage to the Western Wall. Excitement almost exploded in our faces when we couldn't find a taxi, braving the Berlin cold on the deserted street of Torstrasse. But alas, out from the foggy distance, the cream chariot with a fuzzy yellow light atop its chassis came reigniting the excitement of our adventure.
Yet that was only the easiest part of the mission. With heavy rumours that only the chosen few pass through the concrete gates of the bellowing post-Stalin structure, we could very well have been back down the frozen gravel pathway as quickly as we'd marched up it. Thankfully no four hour demonic queue waited us upon arrival. In fact we happily almost skipped to the front at the glee that the railings were hauntingly free. Maybe a little too happily. The four doormen glanced us up and down, a snigger or two were launched unashamedly in our faces. I quickly wiped the smile off my face. I tried to look as nonplussed as I could, searching for the famous Sven Marquardt who was - quite obviously, not present.  after-party noun a party held after another event, especially a concert or another party. * * * Yup, it was that time again. The after party of the race! Held in the stunning Luna Sky Bar overlooking Kuala Lumpur, the rain made things a little slow at the start but soon everyone was in the pool and rocking. I didn't get to see much of Kuala Lumpur thanks to the fever but the view from up the top was certainly a tour guide in one. Champagne flowed, tequila was shot and a domino of exhausted yet excited Formula E workers fell into the pool. Unfortunately, the indecisive rain meant I couldn't DJ in the E-booth that was brought out. But nevertheless we carried on with the festivities. Sample track list: "Blame" - Calvin Harris "My head is a jungle (MK remix)" - Wanklemut "Everything (Mark Fanciulli remix)" - Rampa "Need you" - Duke Dumont "Heartbreaker (Diskjokke remix)" - Metronomy Special thanks to my girls at FELDER FELDER for glamming me up again for the event.Check their threads here : FELDER FELDER
 To Cocoon or not to Cocoon ... what a silly question. Of course YES. Monday nights in Amnesia are just the cherry on the cupcake post a DC10 session. After mingling and having a wee boogie, I set off with some friends to Cocoon to dance away to the beats of what could only be a great back to back set between two greats and inspirations - Luciano and Ricardo Villalobos. The club was well packed even at the early time of 2am. Sure enough, those tribal beats and melodies that we have learned to associat  After settling in my usual corner near the DJ booth, I ran into a friend who would then be my partner in crime for the night - Ross Evans.
Ross apart from being Carl Craig's tour manager, has that other talent of music production - which just quietly, he is killing at the moment. His records have been released on a host of respected labels including Cecile (one of my personal favs), Saved, Noir Music, Get Physical Music and of course, Cocoon. After spending some time on the Terrace we moved to the Main Room to visit Papa Sven. There I ran into another surprise - Scott Roberston whom I met at Future Festival two years ago at the Cocoon Stage. |
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