If I think about my love for dance music that love rapidly depletes. It makes no sense. You arrive places and stand and dance and other people are there. All of you smiling like goons. You can’t think through a situation like that and come out the other side making sense.
I have to remind my self I used to lie in my bed at nine years old in the converted attic room I loved. My window facing directly out on to Space. As I lay there I could spend child hours (minutes in adult time) frozen in a pure joy by the sound of the rain on the window. I didn’t wonder why. Why question things like that?
Thats what I go back to when, me, a DJ and someone who makes dance music from time to time questions what the fuck I am doing. What is the point of making sounds in one place and sharing those sounds with others in different times and places. It seems a very long winded way to connect and be seen.
Thats when I try and get back to the non-thinking experience of sound. You don’t question the comfort from the sound of rain on the attic window, you don’t question why a sunset is so damn pretty and you don’t question why hugs feel good. They just do. That’s human joy right there. I can think my self out of liking any thing by saying it doesn’t make intellectual sense.