I was an optimistic, happy child;
I liked to sing,
I loved to dance,
I bought records.
I would play them for my friends whenever or wherever I could.
School dances and house parties ensued

When I played dance music to my rock friends,
They would squirm at a music increasingly made by machines.
When I heard kraftwerk sing to me in their synthetic voices
‘I program my own computor,bring myself into the future’,
i had my damascene moment and transformed my desire to be a musician and artist by way of djing

I was an artist in my mind,
despite the derogatory place djs were held in at that time.
I began to envision piecing together a collage and tapestry of sound,with emotion as well as a range and dynamic broader than any band ever could, every night I played music at the disco.

It was hard and humbling to figure out how to mix music.
Belt drive turntables.
Reel to reels.
But music must be, could be…it needed to be mixed. Music is the soundtrackto our lives and I would weave a tapestry of our lives each and every night, but like Penelope, I would unravel it all and weave it again the next night.

This all just after disco collapsed as a fad in the eyes of the masses.(in the early 80)
Djs were frowned upon and marginalized by tradition and culture of the rock world , at least in North America where I grew up. There were small pockets where things happened and giant dreams for me, and little did I know, for others around the world as well how lucky was I to grow up just down the highway from Detroit and toronto

The records I bought from then on increasingly embraced more and more technology.
And that technology sang to me and danced around my head

I envisioned a brave new future of rhythm and pleasure coming from machines.

The ghost in the machine grabbed my hand mind and I followed her…