The Intro
After a series of junky hand coded websites, some with actual content, some without, it’s time to get something going here that actually reflects where I’m at right now.
This here will be that reflection. Old mixes will get reposted, but more importantly new mixes will get posted. The occasional gig will get promoted. My ever growing collection of dollar bin sins will get aired out, with commentary and suchlikes. Pods may be cast.
Wait, who are you again?
My name is mike. You may know me as sixty4k, or more exactly as: sixty4k, the ambient rockstar. Somewhere back in the hazey daze of the 90s SF Bay Area rave scene, I fell in love with the free for all chill room styles of Boomerang Fidget, Andy W and Sig. My initial forays into DJing house music fell flat, I just wasn’t into it, but when I started fiddling with found sounds and shuffling beats, beat poets played backwards over hip hop instrumentals, I hit a groove, I found my home in the chill room. And I rocked it.
Hard to grasp the idea of rocking a chillroom, but it was done. Rocked so hard that listeners couldn’t get out of their bean bags, too lost in the sound to even dry hump. Well, at least some of them.
The Future
Playing out has slowed down as my day job went from being the place I slept off the weekends to something more like a career like, and a beautiful wife, and now a daughter, came onto the scene.
As well, the rave scene I loved has long since disappeared, there’s no longer a party I need to be at every weekend, more like 3 or 4 a year. In it’s place clubs and post rave events that only occasionally call for chill rooms at all.
I’ve also flirted with dance floor filling music, trying my hand at house, electro-house, fidget, dubstep and assorted bass. And while I love that too, I have no interest in the grind for gigs, or being up until 4am on a weekday.
So really, the future is here on this blog.
Other Thoughts
I have seen things you can only imagine. Lost and found myself under the influence of strobelights and glow sticks and earth shaking soundsystems. For just a moment, held the potential for a better tomorrow in my head and my heart. Saw the dream that a generation before me had seen and lost in the drugged stupor be found and lost again in a different drugged stupor.
And in my baby’s soft murmurs I hear the seeds of that better tomorrow still growing.