TIME WARP :: What I miss is being on the dancefloor immersed in what my musical minister is preaching to me. I remember about five years ago a popular Canadian DJ/producer telling me how he missed paying his cover to get into a club and have fun.
Funny how this comment has kept with me for all these years and now I understand what he was saying.
I entered Canada’s electronic music scene (EMS) pretty much just as I started working in it. Being of the mind set I had – and still do – of wanting to work in the music industry, I took the industry and made it work for me.
Little did I know I’d lose a bit of enjoyment along the way.
Don’t get me wrong I truly love what I do, but I’ve discovered year after year it’s getting harder for me to be on a dancefloor and just dance and disappear into my musical journey.
I don’t mind people dancing into my space and asking me about the EMDS. If I did I would have gotten out a long time ago. You know when you’re on the dance floor feeling the groove, feeling your move, singing the vocal while your feet move to the four by four beat being instructed from the speakers. It’s this experience which is yours and yours alone.
You know what I’m talking about.
Halloween 2010 I saw Carl Cox at Toronto’s The Guvernment. This was the last time I was free on a dancefloor until Pride Toronto 2011. I had one last event to host, at CZ Toronto’s infamous after-hours. It was here I intended to dance, no matter what.
And I did! I danced for five solid hours to the sounds of Tom Stephan a.k.a. Superchumbo, Deko-ze and Jon Herbert.
My legs hurt, my hair was up, I was sweaty and didn’t care that my lip gloss wasn’t on.
It was the music, dancefloor and me.
Not everybody understands house music; it’s a spiritual thing, a body thing, a soul thing. – Eddie Amador – Yoshitoshi Recordings 1998
