ha well said. Tis just a personal experience after all. If it tickles someone’s interest, than ya i’ll tell you more about why it makes me feel this way. I dig the story telling aspect, the journey, the process more than the end result. It was always more about attitude & passion for knowledge than anything else when it comes to creation.[/quote]
not sure if its on topic but yeah… i am curious…[/quote]
Haha well in case my sentiment got mixed up, I do agree with what you’re saying… you need to be famous, or need approval from some sort of benevolent organization to be approved by the “public”
I have respect for DJs/producers/artists who play their own music, or twist or mix existing sounds to something that moves it forward. People who use ableton or whatever VST and laptop setup are cool with me as well.
Whether it’s appropriate for a live situation that’s up to the viewer/establishment. Don’t support those establishments/artists- it’s as simple as that for me.
My entry into the whole Elektron world was really because I bought an OP-1 during it’s initial release because I loved it’s design, aesthetics, UI etc. A few months ago I was back in touch with a friend who is a well trained musician and sound engineer who ended up sampling a bunch of our performances for a number of tracks he was performing “live” using ableton/maschine.
I started looking into more devices that were a bit deeper than the OP-1 that would allow me to do the same without relying on a laptop/DAW. Octatrack/A4 combo with the OP-1 looked like it could do everything I wanted and more so now here I am
I don’t really write music for DJ’s and have never quite gotten “DJ Culture” myself.
When the person spinning the disks is perceived as the master architect of what is the work of other peoples creation I start having issues.
DJ’s I enjoyed playing in clubs where only ever as good as the music they selected and the whole international super DJ phenomenon is something I kind of abhor.
This could partially be due to the fact that I remember warehouse parties and illegal dance events before they where called “raves” and have fond memories of how it was always about the music and not a sea of zombies doing the shuffle facing a guy on some decks (as is often the case these days).
If anything back then the music was the sole focus, you rarely if ever saw the DJ (or the booths where high up over the crowd and very dark) forcing one to focus on the vibe and energy of the night.
I also don’t like the fact that certain DJ’s have become the purveyors of all that is cool and hip and if you don’t write music for the dance floor you’re largely up shit creek as an electronic musician promotion wise these days.
I can remember doing a few live sets back in the early 90’s and having a load of gear on stage and being asked to play tune X or Y purely because people couldn’t differentiate between the DJ and the artist.
My big beef is this…the number of faceless producers and boffins who write this stuff really do it for the love of it (I know there are DJ’s with genuine passion for the medium) but it is obscene that a DJ can make so much money and an electronic recording artist so little in comparison.
The divide is quite criminal in many respects and having your track get creed from DJ Sphincter X is just as bad as the game major labels have played for years.
I got into electronic music on the back of artists like Fad Gadget, Soft Cell, Heaven 17, Front 242, Cabaret Voltaire, Kraftwerk, Propaganda, SPK, Japan, Snog, Aux 88, Nitzer Ebb and so on and so forth which kind of logically just progressed through to electro, house and techno as time went on.
DJ’s had very little to do with it and where always just a means by which I could here music I loved when I was out.
there’s been a few, very few DJs that I loved their craft, but not them.
but most of the time, I’ve either loved their sets, and them. Or strongly disliked their sets and them.
Also, In a way, watching a DJs spin other people music… is like going to a Symphony where the conductor is facing you, and the orchestra’s back’s are turned.