When I DJ, I don’t just want to give people what they want; I wanna…not educate them, not be an authoritative figure, but show that you can feel something on a dancefloor, to just close your eyes, put your hands up. That’s what I love about dubstep, the sub-bass. That sub is the most emotional, warming sound.
I’m getting paid to DJ, and to me that’s really important, that I give something. I really do think about my sets, and to me it’s important that I say something with them. I don’t want to just play tune after tune, that’s not how I am, I want to try and build a story.
I don’t think many DJs do that. They look for the glory, rather than taking parts of certain tunes and changing it, dropping it at certain bits. I’m not into jumping about, moshpit kind of stuff. If you want to do that to my tunes that’s cool, but that’s not what I want. I always say that the crowd is like a fat kid, and you don’t want to keep giving a fat kid sugar, and food that’s bad for them. If you give them good food, it’s better for them in the long run.
I was reading through some stuff and came across this great interview with Ikonika from just over two years ago. So much of what she says is more relevant now than ever, like the above quotes. Especially pertinent after two disappointing recent sets from Rustie and Nina Kraviz, where the above logic was mos def not followed.
Also, in relation to that Rustie review (http://bit.ly/HDZI8x) from the other week:
“I dunno if I should say this, it’s pretty explicit, but from a girl’s point of view, whenever I hear really big wobble sets, I find it offensive. ‘Cause I’m picturing sex, and when these guys are playing big wobble sets it’s like coming on a girl’s face. And you’re reloading it, and you’re doing it again.”
We were playing chess and as he mused on his next Dad-destroying move, Kieran (12-and-a-half) sang a little made-up song. And then in the midst of this ditty, clear as bell, there appeared the word “dubstep”.
“Did you just say ‘dubstep’, Kieran?”
“How do you know about dubstep?”
He looked at me with that look of mild derision that is the default expression of proto-teenagers across the world.
“Everybody knows about dubstep, Dad.”