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Get Lifted 221 – Afro House Music Podcast | We Get Lifted Radio Welcome to episode 221 of the Get Lifted podcast, brought to you by myself on my show on We Get Lifted Radio. In this mix, I'm taking you on a deep and soulful journey through the finest afro house music, featuring the freshest sounds of the underground.Whether you've been with me from the start or you're just discovering Get Lifted, I'm so glad you're here. This set reflects the signature sound of my Sunday shows on We Get Lifted Radio—music to move your body and elevate your soul.Subscribe on Apple Podcasts, YouTube, or your favourite platform, and let's get lifted together.— DJ Lady DuracellMy radio station

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HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE !! Welcome back to the BEST NIGERIAN PODCAST in the World.In this episode we discuss what happened in Lagos , DETTY DECEMBER 2024 (One that will go down in HISTORY), We give our opinions on all the drama of Young Famous & African ( We even created our own cast) the RISE OF FEMALE DJ'S and many more .Who would you cast in your own version of Young, Famous & African ??! COMMENT BELOWBuy the Cap the boys are wearing from https://motivoinks.com/passwordhttps://www.instagram.com/motivoinks/

  "DJ Nicki"  is the owner and operator of VSP. Her expertise in both private and club events makes her a seasoned professional capable of playing for a diverse crowd for over 15 years. Her success has brought her to become the resident DJ of MGM Springfield, Foxwoods Resort Casino and Miami Heat NBA Basketball Team. On this episode we chat about how she started dj'ing and how she built her business to what it includes today. She now has a team of people working under her company and provides everything needed for special events. Nicole also reacently bought what was a run down building in her town and has turned it into an incredible space for people to connect and create.   HOME | VSP

Rico, Erin The Renegade, Amanda, and Romeo are excited to welcome special guest Sophia Body to 8 At The Table. Known for her role as a major antagonist in reality TV and her high-profile relationships, Sophia's journey has been anything but conventional. Introduced as Jaquáe's girlfriend, her story includes dramatic flings, altercations with figures like Mariah and Kiyanne, and a tumultuous path through the music scene. Now, Sophia shares her evolution from model and reality star to becoming a female DJ, discussing what inspired her to break into the music industry.

Rico, Erin The Renegade, Amanda, and Romeo are excited to welcome special guest Sophia Body to 8 At The Table. Known for her role as a major antagonist in reality TV and her high-profile relationships, Sophia's journey has been anything but conventional. Introduced as Jaquáe's girlfriend, her story includes dramatic flings, altercations with figures like Mariah and Kiyanne, and a tumultuous path through the music scene. Now, Sophia shares her evolution from model and reality star to becoming a female DJ, discussing what inspired her to break into the music industry.

IN THIS EPISODE: ============== 00:00 Start 00:02 AI Conversation 15:50 How was the Weekend? 19:57 The Bugy Show 29:03 Who is DJ Bugy? (What's the story) 42:30 How do male DJ's feel about the trend of Female DJ's? 50:55 On doing International gigs v Local gigs 1:01:16 How to DJ on a Kampala night 1:09:02 Mobster Q&A  

We had the privilege of speaking with DeeLeww at the ChatBlackGPT™ Launch event. She shared her journey as the first female DJ for the Harlem Globetrotters, her innovative tech company UrGuru, and what inspired her to join the ChatBlackGPT event. Stats on Stats Resources LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/statsonstatspodcast ----------------------------------------------------- Episode was shot at the ChatBlackGPT launch via Epigen Technology and recorded by Mediac Productions. ChatBlackGPT: https://chatblackgpt.com Epigen Technology: https://epigentechnology.com Mediac Production: https://www.mediacproductions.com

Finding the perfect DJ can transform your wedding reception into the event you've always imagined! Join us today as Valentina Marianetti, also known as DJ Valentina, takes you behind the veil (or should we say, behind the turntables)! Valentina's approach to curating the ideal set for your wedding might surprise you. As a female DJ, she brings a distinct style to your special day. Discover the secrets to selecting the ideal DJ, asking pertinent questions, and becoming the ultimate client on this episode of Wedding Secrets Unveiled! Please rate, review and subscribe to this podcast wherever you're listening so you never miss an episode. Even better share it with a friend! It's a great way to show your support and let us know what you think. Thank you for listening. To get the full show notes head to https://sarazarrella.com/2024/06/tips-for-finding-the-perfect-wedding-dj/ For more information check out our website at www.sarazarrella.com/podcast Join our Monthly Newsletter for tips, tricks and Freebies! https://sarazarrella.com/newsletter Would love to be friends on the gram at https://www.instagram.com/sarazarrellaphotography/

​DJ Valentina Marianetti is an in-demand and sought after International Music Artist with a devoted following.  She's known for her keen ability to read a room! Coming from a small village in Cape Verde West Africa, her passion for music began early thanks to her musician grandfather. We sat down to chat about her background, family, keeping a dance floor full and finding your purpose. Valentina also recently started a networking group for women, Babes in Business Boston a place for women to come together to share ideas, grow and be inspired and its already hugely successful! Home | DJ Valentina

In this episode Drew & Fuse Sit Down with DJ Annalyze. We talk about touring with DJ Quik, Lady Sovereign. Working with brands and much more #djing #serato #drewpierce #djfuse #fuseamania #musictalk #Djtalk Use promo code "DAFS" at Briggs Beard Co. for 20% off! https://briggsbeardco.com/ Get $25 off any #ClubCannon Product over $250 using this link: https://www.clubcannon.com/coupon/dafs Use Coupon Code “DrewAndFuseShow' at www.directmusicservice.com for 30% off your first month.

Summary Caroline Collins and Lexi Collins discuss their podcast setup, the origin of the Big Bites podcast, Caroline's passion for food, and her love for eating. They also talk about naming the podcast and their dynamic as sisters. They share childhood memories and discuss their fashion choices and style evolution. Lexi talks about her clothing line and influencer boxes, while Caroline talks about her journey into influencing and her experience with TikTok. They also discuss Lexi's career as a female DJ and her music style. The conversation concludes with Caroline's experience in grad school. Caroline Collins discusses her career evolution in broadcast journalism and the role of social media in her success. She shares how her master's degree in communication technology with a social media specialization played a significant role in her understanding of social media strategies. Caroline talks about the challenges of reporting breaking news on social media and the importance of not focusing solely on views and likes. She emphasizes the need to break stereotypes and push boundaries in the industry. The conversation also touches on the support and bond between Caroline and her sister, Lexi. Takeaways The evolution of a career in broadcast journalism often requires adapting to changes in technology and social media. A specialized education in communication technology and social media can provide valuable skills for success in the field. Balancing social media presence with traditional broadcast journalism can be challenging, but both can contribute to career growth. Breaking stereotypes and pushing boundaries can lead to a multifaceted and fulfilling career in journalism. Chapters 00:00 Introduction and Podcast Setup 03:01 The Origin of Big Bites Podcast 04:14 Caroline's Passion for Food 05:08 Caroline's Love for Food and Eating Habits 06:37 Naming the Podcast 07:32 The Dynamic Between Caroline and Lexi 09:09 Childhood Memories and Fashion 10:32 Caroline's Style Transformation 12:33 Lexi's Clothing Line 13:16 Caroline's Style Evolution 14:02 Caroline's Fashion Influences 15:08 Fashion Trends and Caroline's Fashion Choices 16:25 Lexi's Clothing Line and Influencer Boxes 18:08 Lexi's Journey as a Female DJ 19:34 Lexi's DJing Experiences 21:18 Lexi's Music Style and Audience 23:03 Caroline's Experience with House Music 24:53 Lexi's Merchandise and Influencer Boxes 26:05 Caroline's Journey into Influencing 27:13 Caroline's TikTok Journey 29:09 Caroline's Grad School Experience 29:59 Evolution of Career and Education 31:10 Applying Skills from Grad School 31:44 Moving to Fresno 32:14 Working at KC24 33:35 Blowing Up on Instagram Reels 34:55 Transition to Evening News Anchor 35:23 Balancing Social Media and Broadcast Journalism 36:17 Being a Multifaceted Journalist 37:22 Attracting Younger Viewers through Social Media 37:54 Challenges of Reporting Breaking News on Social Media 38:06 Not Focusing on Views and Likes 39:21 Choosing Between Entertainment News and Investigative Journalism 41:06 Breaking Stereotypes and Pushing Boundaries 42:24 Overcoming Outdated Views on Social Media 43:02 Supporting Each Other's Careers 44:17 Pursuing Passions and Finding Purpose 45:23 Supporting Each Other's Success 46:25 Being Multitalented and Breaking Stereotypes 48:11 Enjoying Crafting Drinks and Having Fun 53:30 Sisterly Bond and Future Podcast Segments Let me know what you want to see on the Big Bites Podcast!  Email me at caroline@caroline-collins.com

THE RISING DJ SUPERSTAR JOINS THE CONVERSATION

GKN is a female-focused podcast hosted by  @SharonNJGaffka GKN Social Channels: Https://linktr.ee/girlsknownothing  Instagram: @girlsknownothingpod  Tiktok: @girlsknownothingpod TikTok: @girlsknownothing

Join Kaitlyn Bristowe on this electrifying episode of Off the Vine as she dives deep into the dynamic world of Brandi Cyrus, renowned DJ and sister to music sensation Miley Cyrus. Brandi takes us on a whirlwind journey from being a grandma in real life to rocking the DJ scene with her upcoming Wynn residency. With insights into the challenges of the music industry, Brandi shares how Wynn is pioneering change by embracing female DJs, shattering stereotypes in a male-dominated field. From Miley's groundbreaking Grammy win to candid discussions about dating life and family dynamics, no stone is left unturned. Brandi opens up about her personal journey, including her unique upbringing and the profound impact of being legally adopted by her iconic father figure, Billy Ray Cyrus. In a heart-to-heart with Kaitlyn, Brandi delves into her aspirations, both professional and personal, shedding light on the misconceptions surrounding her last name and her humble approach to life. As she sets her sights on headlining international gigs and finding genuine love, Brandi's resilience and authenticity shine through, inspiring listeners to embrace self-reliance and pursue their dreams fearlessly. Today's Highlights: (5:15) - The challenges and realities of the music industry, particularly for female DJs like Brandi Cyrus. (11:45) - Celebrating Miley Cyrus's first Grammy win and her evolution as an artist. (15:50) - Brandi's unique perspective on sibling comparisons within her high-profile family. (20:10) - Insights into Brandi's podcast with her mom and their unique dynamic. (32:00) - Brandi's heartfelt discussion about her relationship with her father figure, Billy Ray Cyrus. (36:10) - Brandi's dating life and the challenges of finding love in the public eye. (42:26) - Brandi's humility and the misconceptions surrounding her last name, addressing notions of privilege. (43:45) - Brandi's thoughts on manifesting her dreams, both professionally as a DJ and personally in her search for a life partner. Thank you to our sponsors! COVER GIRL: Say hello to your real life makeup filter in a bottle, COVERGIRL's Simply Ageless Skin Perfector Essence. Glowing and radiant skin is only a pump away. Only from Easy, Breezy, Beautiful COVERGIRL. SKIMS:...

Als erfolgreiche DJ und Produzentin tourte Lovra schon mit Kolleg*innen wie David Guetta um den ganzen Globus. Doch mit Jet-Set, Jet-Lag und Nightlife ist Dating, geschweige denn ein Beziehungsleben nicht immer einfach. Lovra berichtet Paula diese Woche von den Schwierigkeiten vergangener Beziehungen und davon, wie sie ihre große Liebe erst fand, als sie es wagte, sich aus ihrer Komfortzone herauszubewegen. Viel Freude dabei! Du möchtest mehr über unsere Werbepartner erfahren? Hier findest du alle Infos & Rabatte: https://linktr.ee/Paulaliebenlernen

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Internationally-renowned DJ Samantha Michelle joins Trying To Figure It Out this week from New York City. Music has always been my passion, so I am so excited to bring you today's episode. Samantha tells the story of how she wound up on aux one night at a club and which song she played that eventually led to the start of her music career. Samantha has since opened for Duran Duran, Mark Ronson, and Miley Cyrus, and she shares what it's like performing with such legends. We discuss common assumptions about DJing and talk about drug use in the space, sexism that Samantha's experienced while working, and what she'll tell you if you request Wu-Tang Clan when she's playing a disco set. This is an inspiring conversation about stepping into your creativity, finding your voice, and feeling empowered to lead the life that you want to live. Also available as a video podcast on YouTube. Follow me on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@allypetitti?lang=en Follow me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/allypetitti/ Al P's Three: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/27My1AtDVYwrb7kM0Ilqm2?si=2a70434127aa4519&nd=1 Host: Ally Petitti Producer/Editor: Eliza Laycock Camera/Audio: Ilja Maran and Nathan Sacharow Research: Jillian Himmelwright Additional Support: Kayla Cunningham

We interview one of the Caribbean festival's women pioneers, Linett Kamala, to discuss the Original Sounds Collective music mentoring programme. Record numbers of female DJs, producers and engineers will be visible at this year's Notting Hill Carnival. Nasa scientist says she's ‘certain' that alien bacteria is alive in our Solar System. ‘I beat champ Sir Mo running...but media duties afterwards hit my mental health', we speak to athlete Ellis Cross.Also in this episode:Historic Trump mugshot after Georgie arrest and first X/tweets for 2.5 years.Why are Londoners buying polluting classic cars to fight Ulez?Unhealthy habits pave road to heart attackWartime codebreaker HQ hosts AI summit. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

In this episode we sit down with DJ Minky to talking about all things music as female.Key phrases to characterise Dj Minky's abilities behind the decks are versatility and Passion.Dj Minky, who has always been enamoured with music, started her professional Dj career a year ago. Minky is open to trying new experiences and does not confine herself to one genre, but her genuine love and passion is Afrotech/Afrohouse.She has performed at venues like Cohiba, Radisson blu, The Bar sunninghill, Cappello, Rockets, and La Parada Midrand to mention a few, and she looks forward to performing at additional venues.DJ Minky recently launched an App called Just Friends, which is accessible both on IOS and Android. Just Friends is an app that connects people who share a common interest to attend events together.Not only that, it also listsevents happening near you and enables you to buy and sell tickets using the app. So, whether its looking to find someone to attend an event with, increase ticket sales or simply advertertising your event.Just friends has you covered.You can follow her on Instagram: Minky__djTwitter: @Minky_djTikTok: Minky__dj Bookings: Djminkymusic@gmail.comTel:+ 27 79 021 4989

I have truly enjoyed bringing you a splash of color and a new mix every month for nearly 10 years.  For the moment, I will be taking a break from the music to pursue all my other artistic endeavors.  I hope you enjoy this last mix for now, Royal Blue.    1. Belize (Original Mix) - Gianluca Calabrese - Lupara Records   2. Never Know - Tom Junior - Good For You Records   3. My Mind (Jo Paciello Jack Mix)- The Kollective - Shocking Sounds Records   4. Groovy Lullaby (Original Mix) - Disco Danny - Chopshop Music   5. Get Me Some (Original Mix) - Nate Laurence - Mood Funk Records   6. The Music Found Me (NYC Organ's Instrumental Mix) - Tuccillo/Kindbud - House Of Tucci   7. Everyman Jack (Extended Mix) - Stefan Braatz/Virgo Four - Nu Groove Records   8. Piano Pump (Extended Mix) - Superlover - Glitterbox Recordings   9. Talkin' Jack - Harry Romero - Knee Deep In Sound.  10. Free (Bob Sinclair Remix) - Ultra Naté/Bob Sinclar - Strictly Rhythm   11. I Miss You (Original) - Marix Green - Plastic People Digital   12. Give It Up (Sebb Junior Extended Remix) - The Ger-Man - Deepalma Soul   You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com

I'm back with another Get Lifted podcast for you!  GL204 is some of the best in afro house / afro tech for you to enjoy.You can hear sets just like this one, every Sunday 8pm GMT on https://www.wegetliftedradio.com tune in on the site, or on your fav apps like Mixcloud Live, TuneIn, Deezer, MyTuner and more.  We also have an android app, and you can hear us on Apple Music.  Get to know the DJs from We Get Lifted Radio, join us in our new Discord Server.Invite: https://discord.com/invite/UWSXjVGYnPDiggin Deep - 8pm-10pm GMT - WednesdaysATHouse with LD -  9pm-11pm GMT Saturday Live sessions with a livestream on Mixcloudhttps://www.mixcloud.com/live/wegetliftedGet Lifted with LD & Guests - 8pm-9pm GMT - Sundayshttps://www.wegetliftedradio.comTreat yourself to some Get Lifted merch, visit www.jackfresh.comhttps://twitter.com/wegetlifted_http://twitter.com/LadyDuracellhttps://www.instagram.com/wegetliftedradiohttps://www.instagram.com/djladyduracellhttp://www.facebook.com/LadyDuracellDJhttp://www.facebook.com/groups/ladyduracellhttps://ladyduracellqueenoffunk.podomatic.comhttps://www.ladyduracell.comYour support is always appreciated!LD x

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Just in time for Cinco de Mayo - here is my latest mix, Guacamole.  Enjoy it alongside your favorite tortilla chips. 1. Do What U Wanna Do (Original Mix) - Erik Bo - Funk Mansion   2. Honest Bae (Original Mix) - J.Caprice - J.Caprice Music   3. Paravento (Extended Mix) - Massimo Voci - Cut Rec Promos   4. Feel This (Original Mix) - Saison - No Fuss Records   5. Can't Hold Back (Main Mix) - Jon Delerious - Nordic Trax   6. Hand In Hand (Original Mix) - Dexter Troy - Mood Funk Records   7. Put Your Body In It - Local Options - Guesthouse   8. Call Me (Extended Mix) - The Ger-Man - Deepalma Soul   9. Where We Started - Mirco Savoldelli - Cyanide   10l. Hold Up (Extended Mix) - Jewel Kid - Toolroom   11. Drifting On By - Miguel Migs - Salted Music   12. Refuse You (Extended Instrumental) - Sebb Junior/El Funkador - La Vie D'Artiste Music   13. There It Is (Original Mix) - Kevin Yost - I! Records  

How does one chronicle a successful career in radio that includes working in country radio, talk radio, and overnights at the legendary Big 89, WLS-AM in Chicago?  You do it with a book of course.  "She Said What? A Life On The Air" is a hilarious look at the life and times of today's podcast guest.  She's Turi Ryder and she's definitely "Someone You Should Know."Buy Rik a BeerLink to Turi's WebsiteLink to Turi's Twitter page Link to Turi's Facebook page Link to Turi's Instagram page Link to Turi's Podcast Link to order Turi's book Photo credit  Linda MatlowSomeone You Should Know 2023 // CatGotYourTongueStudios 2023How to Contact Us:Official Website: https://Someoneyoushouldknowpodcast.comGmail: Someoneyoushouldknowpodcast@gmail.comTwitter: @RIKANTHONY1Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rikanthonyInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/someoneyoushouldknowpodcast/LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/rik-anthony2019/TikTok: @SomeoneYouShouldKnow2023YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@someoneyoushouldknowpodcastThank you for listening!Theme music "Welcome to the Show" by Kevin MacLeod was used per the standard license agreement.

My latest mix, Magenta Purple, could have easily been made 30 years ago.  It has the same bounce to it that songs in 1993 had.  There is even a track from that era that snuck its way onto this mix.  Enjoy! 1. Keep It Simple - Stand Patrick Riley - theBasement Discos   2. Into The Groove (Dub) - Dick Johnson - Industry Standard   3. Givin' Up (Dirty Secrets Remix) - Stereosoulz - Sense Traxx   4. Movie' On (Correct House Mix) - Roach Motel - Faith   5. Homage - DJ Mes - Guesthouse   6. Watcha Gonna Do (Dub) - Jay Vegas - Hot Stuff   7. Sway - HoneyLuv/Dope Earth Alien - Insomniac Music Group   8. Feel The Push - Saison - Future Disco   9. U See - Marco Grandi - Cross Land Music   10. Counter Balance - Acid Jerks - Nu Groove Records   11. Be Like That - Eli (BR) - Loop Play Records   12. Take You - Rishi Love/JT Donaldson - Soul Candi Records   You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com

Episode: 049 Video Version: https://youtu.be/mCuMPX10Ljk Unmarried Woman infuses her love of soul, jazz and disco with classic house.  Up until recently, she has hosted ‘Unmarried Records', a DJ Radio Show through Vancouver-based ‘B-Side Radio'. Through the DJ Radio Show she celebrated local and international DJ talent, in an authentic, light-hearted way. Upon her recent move back to Europe, her ‘Unmarried Records' brand is evolving into a mix series and label, launched through a recent all-day Dj Radio takeover.    Past accolades include performing at Bass Coast Festival 2022, The Gathering Festival 2022 in La Cruz, Mexico, opening for house legend Prosumer at Paradise and guesting repeatedly on the billing of the long-standing Disco Night at the Fox Cabaret. She continues to exhibit her eclectic tastes through mix releases on Audio Social, Pacific Rhythm and PPRZ records.   CONNECT: Unmarried Woman    https://ra.co/dj/unmarriedwoman  https://soundcloud.com/unmarriedwoman  @unmarriedrecords   @unmarriedwoman --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/raveroompodcast/message

In this episode, we hosted the biggest and baddest Female DJ in Kenya. We talked about her experiences in a work environment and not being paid for about 6 months, also how she handled that. We also get to dive into her life story of being a student in the largest independent college of contemporary music, Berklee, and her whole experience. Enjoy! --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/sandwich-podcast/message

Filmed and recorded in Itaewon in Seoul, Don't Call Me “Exotic”'s collaboration with Seoul Community Radio, the fourth episode of the season features DJ, producer and one half of Seoul-based left field ambient duo Salamanda.She speaks to host Annie about the female DJ & producer communities in Seoul, the complexities of feeling the need to choose an “English” name, championing the Korean music scene in Asia & globally, her upcoming personal and Salamanda projects for 2023 and the idea behind her event with T.T.E - Divine Heem at Cakeshop.Seoul Community Radio (SCR) is a live-stream studio and community space, based in Itaewon. SCR seeks to showcase DJs, artists and producers in the Seoul scene.@dontcallmeexoticpod@ohannieoh@scr_radio @umantherma@8salamanda8 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

this is a cringeworthy read, i'm sure of it. {THE TIME CAPSULE] Here lies everything I won't delete, but wouldn't dare to publish (as of yet), and therefore banish to the land and/or realm of impossibility, where everything entirely consists of unimaginable, unfathomable, inconceivable, never-ever-happened ( or will) unexistence. Nothing Here Exists. Amen. (I didn't write this.) The Colenel's Jounal. “Would he be mad reading this shit? “ I mean. I have to step back at this point and admit to reading this shit to myself at this point, that... I stumbled upon an interview with none other than The Great Mike Tyson--who--if coincidences actually existed--coincidentally dated my mother oh-way-back-when. I remember the shenanigans she went through to get him to sign a pair of boxing gloves for an auction she hosted, once, when I was younger. For that, I've always gotten a little chuckle, whenever I've randomly ended up watching something. Dude is funny. As for other dude? I'm so lost. It's almost like Insomniac (or whoever) can read my thoughts--or at the very least, my text messages. It's been a year of strangeness, and I'm now more lost than found. Why is Pasqualle so strangely familiar? What is this connection, i'm missing? Who am I, if not S U P A C R E E? I'm aware of my cosmic insignificance, my societal displacement. I am nothing useful that I know of, but it seems so that I've been being followed. So maybe he's not a white supremacist, after all...he seems to love as much as I do--if not more. So, that one's my fault, as everything is. I wonder if the window of opportunity has truly closed. I wonder what to make of all this, at all. I'm so, so confused, and so lost, and so… ...confused... First, I levitated. Still can't get over that (literally) Then....everything else. Literally everything else. From playing drums at Ruskos set, to weirdly making my way to Excision, just “following a vibe”--my failed suicide attempt, and running away to Bass Canyon where, everything in my reality officially shattered. Now, here I am...about to be homeless, jobless, and lost in love. I can't shake it off anymore, I can't let it go. My brain's wrapped around all of it, all the time. Prayers, Mantras, Methods. I'm driving myself crazy trying to wish away the pain. I need to be...need to be… … Needed. Bearr needs me. Sometimes, in all the pain--I fail to see that. But he does--and if I can't make it in show business...how are we meant to survive? There's no room for depression and poverty in motherhood. After losing the twins...I just can't. I can't be sad and parent at the same time. And, maybe that makes me weak. Maybe it makes me stupid. Maybe I've just had enough. But there's nothing I wouldn't give just to know that there's love, somewhere out there for me. Is it selfish that that's all I want? I think i'm a good person, but maybe i'm wrong. I can account for hundreds of premonitions, predictions, visions--outstanding sensitivity to energy...but how could I misread, and misjudge, so easily? Something inside me never really made it out of that tent. Then, going back--maybe it was all of me, that never made it out of that ambulance. Am I just the special kid in class--and it's obvious I've been left behind? When I hear myself speak aloudt, I wonder if I am retarded. I feel other people also wonder. Either way, how would anyone have known about my musical history so broadly, as it's been displayed? There's no going back from it. I can't go back to being a regular “Skrillex” fan. It's almost like...almost like I can't go back at all. And I miss that, a lot--just being able to be honest about what my taste in music is, who my favorite musician is…. I tense up when I hear the word “Skrillex”. In good company, I can shrug it off, I guess…. But on any regular day, it still feels deep. It doesn't leave my mind, ever. I can pretend to move on, but I can't unlove. I can't unlove. So, i'm two-for-two...three-for-three, if you count Josh Pan's video, where his face swells up and he turns into a reptile… I remember waking up for work with swollen eyes, and bulging, puffy skin...the way the spiral to insanity began...not with suicide, at all--at least, in the traditional sense. I was working 80 hours a week. I needed it--I needed out of my marriage. Pasqualle's sweater Sonny's Sweater, now falling apart--because, yes--I've worn it every day for nearly a year. A red, white, and blue blanket, reminding me of my presidential ambitions--which have since, not faded...but become realistically reflected with this sense that, I have much to fulfill between now-and-never. I'll only run for President if I can afford it. I can only afford it if I am successful in music. I found it heartwarming that Mike Tyson is so enamoured by the culture. To see him swell with joy, such as I have, upon discovering the world of raves. Apparently, there will be some kind of permanent Oasis, someday...I hope I live to see it. Better yet, I hope I live to play there. I want my chance on all the stages, as selfish as it may seem. To earn a place behind the decks, an unrealized dream. But, can I find it to become all that it takes? To read and move a room, to create and connect with people, live onstage. To inspire a crowd--telling a story with music. To give love, the best way that I can. I miss myself...but no I don't. I do miss never having to worry about whether I was too fat to be found attractive by someone I vehemently admire--but never thought about sexually, in all of the years i've loved watching him live. But, its a vibe. Much ado about Elon Musk. I'm not smart enough to become a rocket scientist--and it's too late for me to become an astronaut, as I once dreamed...but there's something in the space above us all, that seems to connect the space between us all--and it's almost as is the walls are caving in. Time and space continues to collapse upon itself. I might be broken forever...but then, I always was. Who'd have thought the Grand Prize for your third suicide attempt is a Skrillex? I'm cursed, in the way that...it won't fall off. My brain won't un-Sonny itself. I'm on default to give a fuck now, and there's no turning back. I guess this is what I get for hating on *fangirls*...now i am one. Problem is, I'm a lot less cute. How often does shit like this happen? There's hypnosis through music--and then there's losing your entire soul to something outside of yourself. Why and how am I so out of place, in this world? ‘You're too good for this world.' Nothing's been forgotten, it's just getting more suppressed. I can pretend to move on, but I won't. I just found the Holy Mecca of research for my weird, invasive project. Apparently DeadMau5 had some kind of comedy show, or something--called “coffee run” It seems to be about...2014, but haven't bothered to check yet--I'm sure, though that this predates the infamous ‘fued'. Blah blah blah--i'm learning too much about these people. People. Real people. ...was interrupted to watch the new episode of Rick and Morty; Lucky me. One half-hour and several belly-rolling laughs later, I'm back...with slightly more self confidence that, if The Heavens grant me whatever kind of combination of confidence and focus that it will take to bring the Festival Saga If nobody's sampled this video, I've stumbled upon a literal goldmine. Life imitates art--and music imitates music. “I love it when it's super sweaty.” (How do I resonate with this so well?) “ A Los Angeles Real Estate Guy In Torono”, says Dillon. “Yeah, there's a few of those.”, Joel recants, stoically. Now i'm watching people who never mattered on YouTube, in a finally “Sonny says…” If i can ever make my brain learn the magic that makes something like Ableton somehow turn into a banger. “Does he drive?!” I've wondered this myself. “I don't think he does.” I knew it. Dillon Francis' awkwardness is reminiscent of mine...again, here I am wondering...who I might be if I were born a white male--if nothing was changed, but the body. CRUSTPUNKS. How did I get here? Oh, yeah. I specifically opened an incognito window to...fuck it. I know what I'm here for. The thing is, I don't know what i'm blessed with. I don't know that i'm talented… It could all just be a Grand Delusion… Do I hate myself enough to try this? A movie where the entirety of the fabric of [my] universe is music, and the musicians that make it. A universe that already existed in the Multiverse of Rick and Morty, since it's strange inception into my being. Wait, how the fuck did I get here? I was already on a writing tangent Probably--I hate enough to “ i get to go home--not tomorrow, but the next day” This experience is becoming so humanizing. It is a job, this music shit--Touring takes you everywhere but home. What the fuck is ‘home?' Perhaps I am meant for this shit, after all. I don't have a home, anyway. I also don't have any music under my belt, but--with any luck, I can pump out the LP I promised my twins. Today Marks 5 years since Skyy passed away. May 23rd will be 2 years, since Phoenixx left us. It's not a good time of year, for grief. With no friends I can trust (Annie's Toxicity is again rearing its head), no family that loves me the way a family should...I find myself completely isolating from what Love is, almost forgetting what it might have felt like. “How often are you home?” “KAAAAHHHHHHHHHN” If i'm ever lucky enough to learn how to make Dupstep--that deserves to go before a fucking deadly drop. I've officially seen Skrillex more times in person than ever on video--which disincluded, of course, the tent incident--something I'm realizing that if I'm unable to catch up with myself in time, I'll have to live with forever. Can I answer my own prayers? At this point, i've given up any expectation of what it might be like to achieved enough to earn any kind of place in that world *their* world... 5/6/2020 Life is unfair sometimes. Like--do I want tacos, or divine inspiration? Do I put off fasting for yet another day, just for the temporary comfort and satisfaction of eating? Does limiting my eating to once every 24-hour-or-less suffice as enough of a self-sacrifice, that my prayers might be answered? I highly doubt that it is, but still--I often ride the line between just allowing myself to feel good when I can (and food does, make me feel so....so good) and remaining steady in my fasting. Then, it has been over 6 months of almost constant fasting and praying, all over someone I haven't properly met--all over myself. Because, the longer I stay in this mindset--the clearer it becomes that it is all the same. At the core, there's only really one thing in existence. Skyy will have passed away 5 years ago tomorrow. To think, I should have had 5-year-old twins. They would have been so beautiful; I've never quite imagined them so, umti now. I miss my babies so much. Will I ever be okay again? I thought to record a song for Skyy, but it would never be ready by tomorrow, in the perfect way that I would want it to be. I don't want to put out anything less than the best. I'm being as patient as I possibly can with teaching myself--but grow frustrated in my limitations. The only thing standing between me, and the tools I need to make the music I have...is me. (Really, it's money.) Lack of money is keeping me from being unstoppable. With unlimited money, I'd have a home--I could fully pay all 4-years of my tuition at UCLA….ny dream school. I'd study music, anthropology, astrology….maybe even engineering. I can't make myself prettier--but I can make myself smarter. Google University just isn't cutting it. I want to make a difference in the world by any means, and i'm trapped behind the gate of poverty. I just want a closet full of harem pants, chuck taylors, and T-shirts with stuff I like on them. I just want to wear my kandi every day. I just want to be behind the decks atop the stages of my favorite places… I want to be someone's favorite DJ. I want to be one of my favorite DJ's favorite DJ I, I, I… How selfish. What does the world need? Less people. Well, i'm honestly one-less, I guess, if I can;t make it in music, in art. If I can't make a decent living just by being myself...i'm not meant to live at all. That much is true--no life worth living includes waking up every day to go to a job I hate, that barely pays my bills. No life is worth living that Something strange happens to me when my favorite people go ‘live' on instagram Social Media, a young demon with whom I constantly evade, when I am not forcibly fighting to fit the status quo (which, I cannot.) Watching my social media right now is like the digital equivalent of “You can't sit with us.” I've grown attached to OWSLA like some sort of distant, imaginary family--only, I know this is something I've just embedded into my mind--the ultimate wishful thinking. Everything I do seems fragile, as if the grid I had discovered not only exists in the outer world, but also my inner--that everything I do, think, say, sing, speak makes a difference in what will happen moving forward. Reawakening my center has been difficult, saying the very least--I am almost paralyzed by negativity--made catatonic through senses with which I cannot control; My ‘home' life has become a hell where i'll-spirits and pitiful thoughts are cast about me--in reality, I have no home. In truth, I'm unsure that I have any purpose, either. It's all been bothering me… Now it's something that just hurts, like everything else. Add to the pain, subtract from willingness to live. Add to the trauma, subtract from the motivation to succeed. How much of my fault is this? Who did it? What is it for? Amongst the most otherworldly of theories, the possibility that extraterrestrials had actual involvement in removing Sonny from wherever he was supposed to be (Burning Man, albeit) and placing him where I was. I've wondered how else the dancing shadows cast against the canvas of the tent were so perfectly made-- ancient egyptian prophecies foretold as a light show, in the moments leading up to the one where the entirety of my being was shifted, in an instant. I dreamed of a B2B with Skrillex, and instead got a face-to-face with Sonny Moore. One, apparently, does not quite equal the other. Eight (or so) months later, and I've filtered through all the stages of grief--for all of the ways I had to lose him--as much as one could be lost, without actually dying. But, perhaps I am dead. My soul and spirit at least, are trapped, and tainted torturously from all I've come to gather. Running into the night, like a bat fresh out of hell, away from the visions I was forced to have from our exchange-- I can only imagine, had I acted any differently and stayed, rather than fled what else I may have seen. In only the few short moments we shared together...I was able to see more of his life than for anyone I've ever ‘seen' for, besides myself. To have, after only a few moments--seen both backwards into his past--and forwards into a seemingly shared future of some sort. I don't know what else to call this creepy psychic shit, other than “seeing”. To even call myself a “seer” would be a heavy title, I'd be too uncomfortable to claim. Still, vivid memories of the dude's past--and chilling premonitions of the future, have left me disgustingly sick with a concern that wholly did not exist, beforehand. But, when faced with the question: “What would it be like to actually lose him?” I fucking lost it. I've never taken well to celebrity deaths--perhaps, overly sensitive in ways that suite absolutely nobody--I just so happen to have fallen apart numerous times, upon learning of the passing of those i've long cherished. I collapsed fully at Michael Jackson's passing, scrolling through the African TV channels in disbelief, as I desperately searched for a News Channel in English to confirm that it was indeed, true. This was, of course, a couple years after I cried for hours with Back to Black on repeat in the wake of Amy Winehouses' death--going even further back, I can recall arguing with a classmate that Steve Erwin, another hero, was brave--rather than ‘stupid', and undeserving of his untimeley demise. A special place lies in my heart for the day I remember losing Robin Williams-- a weird memory which collides in the now, with my affinity for Skrillex music and the strange outer connectivity my emotions seem to have in the passing of those I wholeheartedly admire; I've shed tears for Whitney Houston, Prince--I've shed tears for all of them. But none so much as for Skrillex, who is [surprisingly] still alive… And I'm mad about it. I'm mad about it, because I was [partially] happy in my place, as a fan. I wasn't even the best fan, or the biggest fan (metaphorically speaking--physically, though--I probably hold a record of some sort.) I wasn't following his social media--I wasn't following his anything, honestly. I was just crossing my fingers that with every lineup released, I might find the name “Skrillex” plastered to the top of it, or standing out broadly against the other ‘S' names, if alphabetically presented. I'm mad about it, because I hate myself. I've been hating myself my entire life. But i've never hated that I loved Skrillex--in fact, I've always been quite proud, having watched the project skyrocket, as EDM penetrated pop-culture in the years following my college endeavors. Never really thought to think that at any point, we might be equals. We're not--outwardly, anyway. Inwardly, though? Fuck me. It's like I'm bound to it by the roots of the Tree of Life. Like something in my DNA was activated by an overabundance of Skrillex. I've undoubtedly, and by far crossed the threshold of having listened to 10,000 Hours of Skrillex, guaranteed. No calculations needed. Still, there are perhaps millions of others who share the same affinity--and at least a few thousands who are more outwardly obsessive than in. It works, when I need to know something I'd rather just ask Sonny myself, but can't--there's always a kid in the fan pool who has been quick to find whatever information I'm looking for, long, long before I've come to look for it. Poor guy. For almost an entire year, that's all I've really been able to think. ‘Poor guy.' Because, if the roles were reversed--and for whatever reason I decided to make my way into someone's tent at a music festival (I wouldn't) and I scared them into a shock, resulting in them fleeing away from me--I'd feel like shit. And, if I had been touring my entire life and watched the culture grow and morph into the nearly unmanageable able monster it has become--i'd feel like shit. If I had to watch an ambulance cart away someone in the crowd during one of my sets, I'd feel like shit. If I had to do a live set while I felt like shit, I'd feel like shit. and ...if some random fan fell head over heels in love with me, simply because I crawled into her tent, or made really good music, or made her feel some kind of way… I'd feel like shit. And that shit probably happens all the time. It's been 10 long years for me, with Skrillex-- but I can't imagine how long the last 10 years have been, as Skrillex. Now I think about all the shit DJs go through, being DJs….what's more, I've had to give in-depth thought to what it means to be a celebrity at all--what it might be like to have someone grow an obsession over you--unprovokingly. Although my ‘obsession' for this particular person can't technically be considered ‘unprovoked' (I was minding my own business, after all--and Skrillex was not on the lineup.) I can't help but feel for those in the limelight whose charisma and talent combined attract every type of creeper imaginable. I'm just the kind of creeper that wants to make music; any previous searches as an attempt to ‘get to know' Skrillex, previous to last August, originated in attempting to comprehend how to create such organic sounds--exploring and studying how intricately layered and carefully arranged each of my favorite sounds and songs were made. Piecing together how exactly an artist like such, had become as such. Now, i'm just entangled in self-doubt, as it seems the entire next generation is equipped with whatever skillset it takes to become an electronic musician. Self-doubt, as I fear that my body weight intimidated him as much as his presence intimidated me. Again: All me. All bad. I've nowhere to turn to to unleash this shit--it has to be a secret-- and even letting it slip to Annie in the isolation of the aftermath has felt like a mistake, since I allowed it to happen. Can I keep a secret? Ha. There are things that only I know, certainly. The premonition I did subtly speak of, I refused to unearth in detail, even to Annie. The other visions I was made to have, still my own secret; I've begun to wonder if, upon meeting Sonny, I would keep it to myself; I suppose that would depend on nature and context. But, I think about it every day. It is my first thought upon waking up, my final thought before coming to rest--it has permeated into the only dreams I ever have anymore--crowds my semi-waking thoughts as I toss-and-turn throughout the night; the amount of energy exchanged, the amount of concern that consumes me....lets me know that it is all apart of something far beyond my comprehension, far beyond my senses...far beyond any understanding of the universe that I may have. And, it hurts. As bad as it is for me, it's probably worse for him--IF he remembers any of it. Then, probably a seasoned drinker (lol, “probably”) There's a good chance that, well-- he does remember. Oh God no. If I could motion to be erased, I would. I've been trying to erase myself for the better part of a year, including and certainly not limited to August 4th--an attempt I can stand to think I had not fully recovered from by the time it all happened. What the fuck did happen? Though it can't be denied that each of us possesses some kind of magic--the origins of mine can be traced back, at least on one side. Powers I was ‘born with', as told by my father--something I only believed until I was old enough that it didn't make sense--and something I was forced to recognize once I was old enough that it did. I want to know what exactly it is that ties us... Where this love--which is what it is, undeniably-- originates. I've spent the better part of the last year praying and meditating, and attempting to loosen the knots in my stomach enough to self-soothe enough to settle that, at worst-- Sonny was just being a pretty white boy, looking for a good time--and I just became a victim by knowing how to have one. Alternately--how fuck fuck would he even know I exist? As i've stated, I was the epitome of a silent Skrillex fan, prior to all these spectacular occurrences. I may have, at some point online--said something about Skrillex being my Spirit Animal… (still true) But can't imagine what else might have been garnered in my attainable, tangible history, which would alert him of my existence at all. Then, with all the money in the world, you truly can do anything… And that's what I hate in all this. Him--having all the money in the world, and me, having none… The very thing that separates us from settlement, myself from closure. Really, the only thing I want. Closure. ‘I got love, fuck your money.' Sonny can be anyone--he's earned that right. He can be with anyone--deservingly so. I want for him the very best--and, knowing that I am not (physically, anyway) am dismissive of any judgement cast. I wouldn't want me, either--looks matter, I know. I just want to know what he means to me--in this lifetime, in this realm, in this reality. I didn't have to be moved from where I was to be inspired by him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being attracted to him--I just always was. I didn't have to think about being connected through the music--I just always was. And it all came crashing down in a tent, at the bottom of the rabbit hole--where I lost my mind--after having already lost my soul, to something beyond the senses, long ago. I committed wholly and permanently to making music when Phoneixx died, almost 2 years ago. The point was never to sound like Skrillex, but rather to be like Skrillex, as an artist--but, after much speculative examination--I guess, I always was. I lost myself in the early days of Myspace. From First To Last rang through the hallways of my middle school's corridors. Chiodos carried me through the days of wrist-cutting and air-dust huffing, through the days of binging-and-purging, wishing I was prettier--and in the height of all that is the drama of living in my very own Teenaged Wasteland… The Rocket Summer was handed to me by the hands of an angel, as I transitioned out of awkward adolescent depression and into an almost-well-adjusted life at a performing arts school, as an aspiring musician, singer, dancer and storyteller… The dream that carried me out of Utah, and into the Heart of Hollywood at the age of 16… The dream I thought died, long ago. When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go? Billie Ellish's spirit collided with mine, as the first time I heard her voice, I shattered inwardly, and shivered in the resonance that is the understanding of pain, born undoubtedly in love; I shuddered to think that someone so young could feel so devoid of the willingness to live, to move onward. My response upon first experiencing her music, of course, a genuine “...Is she ok?” Three little words. I tend to really mean them, any time I ask. “Are you OK?!” I blurted, as my entire self exploded into shock, as I immediately recognized the face I've known for years--and looked through the widened eyes of one so now devastatingly human--to something inside of myself. Something about my voice shifted him; He became a mirror for all my pain, all my doubt--all the shame I have, for all that I am-- my demons came straight to the surface. Voiceless, now, and shielded in the fetal position, we faced each other silently. 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Sorry.', I thought loudly, as I lay panicking. I stared down into my chest, ashamed to be anything but invisible, thoughts racing. I dare not lift my head to look at him. My heart pounded, as I lay screaming silent apologies for my appearance--for my very presence, for my own existence. I couldn't process his presence in my reality. Choking back tears, I tried not even to so much as breathe, as I silently apologized for being born--and though I wanted nothing more than to reach out to hold him, I lay all-but-lifelessly--wondering what went so wrong that he would seek to find me. The familiar smell of liquor permeated the air, as my heart sank, throbbing as it pounded...I know an alcoholic, when I smell one. I did actually wonder if he was okay....(and I've been wondering daily, ever since.) But clearly, he wasn't okay. Clearly, I wasn't. Clearly, nobody's ok. He slipped his praying hands between my thighs, as I died inside--and all my outer senses blended to become all, and nothing at once, again. Exit Skrillex, Enter Sonny. How does a mere peasant earn a spot in the company of the Highest Priest? I've not bargained with the Devil, but begged the Heavens that my life would end before his...the First Fast emerged as a direct result of self-sacrifice; To serve as a protection against misjudgement--to realign my soul with it's true intensive purpose--in hopes that my body would shrink to form something suitable. The memory of his hands between my thighs, a haunting reminder that--I just may be too big for him… The reality is...of all that I am, and all that I have, and all that I wish to be...it just may be that--he's too big for me… metaphorically speaking. I'll have to become a damn-near Superstar, just to get to know the people--that know the people--that know the people, that know people who can connect me to Sonny, on any level. I'll have to get in line behind millions of other hopeful DJ's, producers, singers, dancers, songwriters--hundreds of thousands of entertainers who might kill-or-die to get to know Skrillex in any way-shape-or form. Romantically, I'd be competing against at least a million perfect-bodied beauty-queen fangirls who would do anything--and I mean anything--for their shot at Skrillex. The truth is, I'm not trying to get to know Skrillex; The truth is, i'd rather know Sonny. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, right?) I don't question at all our potential compatibility; there's no doubt in my mind that there's some chemistry between us--be it of ancient origin, an extra terrestrial genetic code, or otherwise...but I'd bet any money I actually had, that someone as highly regarded as Skrillex would be ridiculed, trolled, and tremendously hated by many, many fans--for associating with someone like me. I don't even know if it's like that--but, again--crawling into someone's tent is...kind of intimate. What in Heavens would one want with me, when he could have perfection-- Absolute perfection? I kind of get it. I'm used to being fetishised. I've always been the black girl who liked white guys--I've lead a life that's made it easy to learn that Jungle Fever is often taboo among the White Caucasion men who find black women attractive enough to fuck--but would never want to “date” us, or bring us home. I've learned that--at the end of the day-- most white guys, want white kids--even if they like to fuck black girls. Then, there's the added bonus of some genetic flaw which has allowed my body to at one point, have ballooned up to 380 pounds-- a body which, even after a 200+ pound weight loss, would disgust anyone with eyes, in what most would consider “cute rave attire”. And, although shrinking from a size 28 to a size 10 is somewhat of a ‘grand' achievement, I look like an asymmetrical potato sack with my clothes off. If there's anything I know about men--and especially the affluent ones--they love to have trophies to showcase. I've yet to see a body like mine on the red carpet, or as arm candy--or as the leading lady, anywhere. No, there's no such thing as a fat Cinderella. Still, he's one of the most handsome creatures i've ever seen-- undoubtedly one of the most beautiful creatures on this planet. I will continue to love what I know of him wholly and unconditionally. On my best days, I even hope to live long enough, and well enough to have the honor of properly meeting him. Never could I have the courage to ask him on a date--nor would I subject him to the cruelty of the outer world by alluding to the fact that he may, in fact be someone more important to me, than as just a musician--as with anyone i've ever loved, I only want for him the best. On my worst days, The Devil assures me that it was Annie he was really looking for, who he may have seen me with at the plethora of festivals we attended together last year--or perhaps, even Idania, who was supposed to have been there with me…and it would make sense. The Devil also constantly reminds me of how much prettier they both are than me--and better in every way. But, it was long ago that I came to terms with the fact that anyone who might come to love me--would also love Annie and would love her more thoroughly--her, having the more attractive body and face, being more ideally pretty. Standing next to Annie, I always lose. Even on a good day. All this, I can be sure to cast aside, however--because at the very best--he was looking for me, and everything between then-and-now builds into something of substance or significance… and at worse, my favorite figure in music absolutely hates me, and regrets my existence as much as I do. Either way, Skrillex hits hard any time of the day, any day of the week. And… Either way, Sonny hits home, all day, every day--until I can manage to learn to speak. Eight pages later, and it still hurts. Eight pages, and i'm still mad. I'm still crying. I'm still useless. I'm still stuck. Stuck on stupid. Stuck on Sonny. Stuck on Skrillex. Just… Stuck. And it hurts. 5/5 Another day. Nothing makes me hate myself more than waking up. ‘Don't look at the phone.' instructions, handed to me some time ago by the Divine--since then, I make it a point not to look at my phone, if I can help it, before I've sat up to pray, and meditate. Lately, I've been unable to relax at all enough to focus on a proper meditation, before realizing my actual self-worth (nothing), and falling into the depressive non-motion that has been me. How many evil men will it take being caught in the midst of, will it take for me to realize that I've been allowing myself to painfully absorb their essences, even without a single touch? Just living here alone has set me further back from my goals than I was--then--I'm beginning to feel that my ‘roomate' may have ties to White Supremacy; the evidence does just keep on building. It has occured to me that Jason's warning that Nick may be deep undercover for some Government agency is most likely true. Though I err on the side of not snooping through other peoples' things--I've happened to stumble across indicators which point to the likely case that he is, in fact, hired by the government or some other private entity--probably as part of some secret experiment, assigned to psycologically torture and disable mentally fragile individuals; It seems as though the experiement was designed in order to test morale, will power, self-control, and proper judgement-- tests which I've been concious of, but in the moment have not always cared about passing-or-failing. From the painful assortment of disgusting and obnoxious sounds make throughout the day, torturing me through unpleasant and peace-shattering sounds, left victimized by my synesthesia and recently pinpointed misophonia--or something similar...whatever it is that makes slamming doors, cabinets, and the items crashing to the floor after lazily being thrown across the room methods of torture. To the cavalcade of poisonous, sugary and addicted substances, which only seem to appear or are offered during crucial fasts--or, pushily and passive-aggressively left in my living space without asking whether or not i'd like any. Just left there, to be discovered upon finishing a shower, or returning from a nightly walk. And on days when I am actually hungry, or needing to eat? I am offered nothing. Only when I fast am I ever offered any sustenance. It says almost too much about my roomate as a person--to offer every time, or never at all would be acceptable, and understandable--but to only invite one to eat when one feels so ‘inclined' is beyond cruelty. It's privilege showing itself to be one of the only faces uglier than mine, that i'm aware of. While i've elected to use my headphones as a shield, life's not always easy immersed in a sound bath of isochronic tones and Theta Waves--and though it does excite me to have expanded my music library, with additions and updates I've been longing for ages-- it's almost more stressful to think about the amount of music that I don't have. Songs I would add to my “sets”, if you can call them that. If I can call myself a DJ--if I can call myself a person, anymore. Really, all I am is hurt feelings and trauma wrapped in flesh; I might be less of a person than I ever was, once. Everything costs--whether it be money, the world's currency--or time, the currency of the soul. Torturous is the life of an artist, who cannot herself make ‘art', as she sees fit. Everyone in Hollywood has a screenplay in their back pocket; Everyone in LA has a dream, two-to-three-jobs, and a side hustle--and me? I'm just learning to DJ to self-soothe, having given up hope of ever becoming anything greater than the happiest guest at the rave nearest you. It's harder than it looks….(or, maybe it isn't, and i'm just retarded.) Building a music collection worthy enough to grace the decks in any of my favorite venues, is an arduous task--maybe this is why all the popular DJs are pretty white boys--the proof is in the privilege. Money, money, money...I used to make plenty of it, and was always exhausted--now I make none, and am always exhausted. What's worth what cost? Time = Money. In LA, and in the world. But by anyone's definition--and especially mine--LA is the world. Or, at the very least, sets the tone for the world. Truly, nothing is free. DJing is more expensive than I could have ever imagined--once again, in any direction I turn, there's a ladder to climb. I've not got the time or energy left in my sadly depleting lifesource left to storm gates, crawling over heads and cutting down those in my way. While it's certain that ‘Competitive Greatness' is the key atop the Pyramid of Success, there are 14 other bricks below to lay the foundation of that which one might call success, to be garnered as imagined through the eyes of a man, anyway, who lived in the 1930's. John L. Wooden may have been right--and may still be right--if I were a standard male (we'll leave race out of it, for now…..for now.) Still, i've been using the Pyrimid of Success as a guidepost, in what it is exactly I may have to do, or be, in order to become something. Not even something great, just something. Perhaps, if I can make it to being something, eventually I might become someone. Oh, to be a person would be nice. For now, I'll just have to settle on tricking my useless sack of anatomy into being a DJ. There's nothing outside of it, anymore. Bass Canyon truly was my last rave--not that I enjoyed it, honestly. Though I've attempted to retrain my brain around the trauma which resulted from that weekend, it did serve as a turning point--a sort of going-away party, as I departed from my home as a no-holds-bar Kandi Kid. Happy Graduation, OG Raver! Little did I know that, with the multidimentionality of our universe, I would be presented, through the world of possibility--the ability to at least observe with the naked eye that there lie more beyond the decks-- a space that may have been made for me. I'll never forget the moment I knew I would be a DJ--or at least try, for the life (or the death) of me. Electric Daisy Carnival changed my life--an experience ten years in the making that catapulted me into the depths of my wildest dreams--unbeknownst to me that I hadn't yet the ability to swim, in such that is the tempest of my own subconscious mind. But--that part of this story deserves its own dedicated elaboration; For now, i'll only look back--and realize that it was there that I aligned with my highest self in the truest sense, that, at least then, I actually believed that I could become a top DJ. I've lost the flight to stay afloat in the salty sea that is the millions of other people trying to make it to the mainstages of our favorite places, and begun to sink into the reality of the entertainment industry as a whole...the reality of the world, as a whole anymore. Looking around at the world's top DJs is less encouraging and inspirational than it should be. Nearly every headliner looks like every kid who ever bullied me, every guy who ever turned me down--every kid hosting the party I wasn't invited to. As for the females of the bunch--I find it frustrating that not one yet has been of any color other than yellow--and even then--we all know the world's men love Asian women. While I can admire girls like Rezz and Allison Wonderland--I wonder what kind of career, if any, if either of them were black, or heavyset--or, my losing genetic combination: Both. Would a fat Allison Wonderland have ever made it into the industry? Would a black Rezz ever become a staple in bass music, and rave culture? If Softest. Hard had a pot belly, would she have been discovered? Then, there are up-and-comings beyond my complete comprehension--those who are visually appealing, but musically inept; I'll leave out any names, and still salute them--anyone who can wrap their brain around any standard DAW enough to make an entire song, is absolutely more talented, definitely more intelligent than I am. [I'm not.] But, I can't help but wonder: How easy was it for any of them, being so pretty, to learn to do what they do--just by being kind and asking a friend for help to learn production? In so many years of raving, I've watched beautiful girls get pulled backstage--and even pulled on stage, to connect with the artists and VIPs. I've been brought to tears as I've watched rude girls with porcelain faces caked in makeup be lifted over rails into the promised land, picked to be plucked by just her eyes and smile combined with the perfection of a flat and flawless stomach. Pretty girls always get priority. Me? Well, I get the dead eyes of the drunken DJ, staring down at me through his whiskey glass, as he beckons the stagehands to assist the perfect-bodied princess backstage...but i'm only front-and-center so I can feel the music move, and watch all the energy bounce around, matching the movement of the expert's hands on deck, to the waves of sound colliding with the rest of the world. True, my mind might wander to what wonderful experiences await the perfect princess, as she disappears behind the decks, into a world i've yet to know, but only seen: The life I know exists beyond the rails, beyond the decks...the world I can only wish to build, for myself. Big ugly black girls don't get pulled backstage. Big ugly black girls are token ancillary characters, it seems, in the plot which writes the story of the modern rave. In a sea of new-generation ravers raised by Kim Kardashian and YouTube makeup tutorials--left lost in a torturous chamber of perfection--women who can wear anything, beautifully. Women who get whatever they want, whenever they want--because they know they can; 10's, to my -3. Bottom Line: Looks matter, until all the men in the world go blind. Sad-but-true. I move not to objectify the women whose music and movement through the clearly sexist music entertainment industry. God only knows how hard each of them has worked to earn a spot so highly ranked amongst those to whom we all admire--the legends, the greats. Each woman behind the decks has become a reflection of everything I wish I ever was--but also a painful reminder of everything that I am not. Of every girl i've ever come behind. Perhaps, this is the result of growing up the as the only ‘black girl', in the backwards, racist po-dunk town I was transplanted into: A place where I spent years constantly being told, taught, and trained that it was more admirable to have light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes...then again, The Media has always done a particularly good job at creating and maintaining what the ideal beauty standard should be, or is--and an excellent job of perpetuating stereotypes. People never expect me to sound how I do, or to like what I like--because it's “white people stuff”; and ten years ago when I discovered raving, there wasn't another black girl (or boy!) in sight for miles, at any rave I went to. I was the oddity, the token--the “what the fuck” person, in an already entirely what-the-fuck place. Fast Forward to 2020: My Freshman Year as a DJ. And...as it appears, the world behind the decks is just as non-diverse as the dancefloor was when I first began this escapade through the world of immersive music. Do I want to be the first ethnically-bred Female DJ to reach the top? OF COURSE. Can I? It's not up to me. Now I'm confusededly caught in the web that is rumours circulating of an ongoing race-war, and wondering if I've been left to die smack-dab in the middle of it. Amongst currently living with a white supremacist (or, extremely ignorant and culturally intolerant biggoted racist at the very, very least.), it seems that White Superiority may be a driving theme amongst the Electronic Music Industry--that maybe the world I've rather grown up in, and come to love has more twists, turns, and dark alleys to look through than the obvious ‘secrets' that loom in the world of rave. All seeing is the eye that watches over all. Insomniac's crew is among one of the least racially diverse I've ever seen--if I were Pasqualle, I might think to at least try to make it look as though there were a plethora of ethnic backgrounds who work together to tie the knot holding together the world's biggest metaphorical kandi: Insomniac, the Kingdom of Mainstream rave culture. A global endeavor. I wonder how many i've come to admire--Pasqualle included-- are actually White Supremacists, masquerading in the power of positivity and their corporate capitalism, true beliefs and intentions. My curiosity about the man himself peaked during EDC weekend, after stumbling into sign after sign, symbol after symbol--of something I've aspired [in the past] to commit to, but also am wearlily aware of its adversity towards that of my kind; being firstly female, and secondly partially black. Now, I wonder--am I even allowed to enter into the world beyond the decks--or is that preserved for only women with perfect bodies, fair skin--attractive individuals? Does it belong only to those with money? Is there any possibility that there may be room for someone like me to enter the scene--or may only pretty girls with pretty bodies and pretty hair be allowed in the backstage world? Really, I just want to perform. I miss myself as a dancer, as a musician--as an actor, all together. I still wish I had continued on this path a decade ago, when--though weighing over 300 pounds--my confidence at least existed. Teaching myself to DJ has been one of the hardest things i've ever done; I don't know if I'm retarded, but I'm beginning to consider attempting to see someone for some kind of screening. If Paris Hilton can DJ, why is it so hard for me? If Sonny can dink around on a computer with a blown speaker, call himself ‘Skrillex' and make some of the world's most intricate music since that of Beethoven-- why can't I do the same? What makes the difference in all these YouTube tutorials telling me how to do it--and me actually being able to do it? What is it, that's wrong with my brain? But, it's all i've wanted for over a year--to be a DJ, at least. I've always been a musician; It's just been a stop-and-go, allowing for the rest of what has been my life to pass through between the times I could make music, and couldn't. I wish I had the positive support it takes to have encouraged me forward on the path I was already on, since I was 13--instead, I was told I was too fat (and too black) to succeed in the way I wanted to. 10 Years later and Lizzo is at the top of her game, while I beat myself up for losing at mine. Never could I have imagined a world where i'd see an album cover like hers; upon seeing it, I was not only shocked, but enraged: She was everything I was told I could not be. And the Truth Is: more than likely, someone told Lizzo the same thing I was told, and the difference is-- she didn't believe them, and kept moving forward. The difference is: She believed in herself, and loved herself enough to keep trying. The difference is, that everything I needed, I already had--I just never believed it to be so. I'm proud of her...but insanely jealous. My inner child cries “That should have been me.” Truth Hurts. There's more to it, than that; Envy lives in the cavernous pits deep within the confined Hell that is my subconscious mind--and--as the world begins to close in on itself, as consciousness continues expanding, I find myself fighting against the worst of my woes daily. Nowhere can I go without meeting a flawless, forward-figured, and facially exquisite female--rather than submit to catty jealousness, I have learned to admire and nod or bow as a gesture that I am a lesser creature. So now i'm left to wonder as I self-teach myself a trade, if my aspirations may ever be achieved, without possessing any outer beauty. All that's left in the world for me, now, is to become my own favorite DJ. (A title, of course, formerly belonging to Skrillex... ruined, by his untimely arrival as a physical person, into my actual life. More on that later...and infinitely.) I've lately begun asking myself “Is it really worth it?”...but, at the same time, I've never loved anything so much, as to fly on the wings of music--and so i've also wondered “What else will really make me happy?” Tough question. Ideally, I'm the entertainment Guru I always wished to be--not tied down to any one artform, but able to move about freely in all of them. There's no life without theatre--there's no light without entertainment. If living ideally, I could never be any-one-thing-- if living ideally, I am the embodiment of everything I love. But in a world where a snatched waist and a pretty face are a winning (and deadly) combination, I'm 0-0. Life of am ugly kid. Worse off yet, since even Hobo Johnson seems to have more confidence in his awkward and broken rhythms enough to speak his mind clearly enough for the rest of the world to resonate. Might be a good time to revisit, what it is exactly I came for. Perhaps, the answer is nothing: So far, I have nothing, make nothing, am nothing--if there is anything that I am, it's words on a piece of paper--just another ‘thing', another dreaming, wishful hopeful that I can rise above all that has been, and all that I am now...to become something more When training to match with the likes of the devil in preparation for battle against he, you must intend to figure, what the vehicle he has chosen has maintained to use as atool to help build you, as a Saint or an Angel--or one to break you, as Satan he. It has been a fruitful fas, but still i persist, though with a weary eye and curious mind, to the riddle i have yet been presente; ; Much ado about Chicken Soup. “Practice androgyny!” the two meet, immidiately fritening eachother; they transform-- One becomes dog, the other a cat--the cat begins to run. the dog pursues her. they run into a sunny meadow where a river feeds the wildlife and it is vibrant amongst the creatures; the cat climbs up a tree, and the [very friendly] dog stops at the base, looking up at her playfully, with an ask that she come down. She looks down from the tree at him, at a safe distance, and begins to relax on the I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? Dearest Sonny, I'm unsure quite how to explain myself to you--or if I can, or should explain myself at all.I guess I could start with “I'm sorry.”, but it's almost as if that doesn't quite cover it, and nothing does. Perhaps, i'll start with just “thank you”--thank you for being you--which is something that makes me more ‘myself' than anything, at best. Really though, that's probably a good place to start with the wholehearted apology I owe you; It cannot be easy being yourself, or navigating life with such prominence, importance--as I'm sure you never intended all that you are, as any gift-given may have come as a God-honest, and God-given surprise. That being said; God is only anything that I am --as is, anything that you are. The talent that you possess is insurmountably powerful...and has touched, changed, inspired millions--changing the world and the very fabric of time itself--no matter how unintentionally, in all your humility. Somewhere hidden, I too have talent. I only wish that in this lifetime, I were granted the confidence and charisma to be able to somehow express it. Music is the matter I find I am made of--without being able to express it, I only feel burdened, trapped. It is a beautiful language you speak--you, and the rest of the artists I've grown to admire. It is a language so soothing, I can only long to learn it; I'm afraid though that in this lifetime, too much time and opportunity has passed...in this modern, technologically fast-paced new world...i've been left behind. You are truly a good friend, indeed. In all the sense that it doesn't make, I honor you as someone who has inspired, motivated, comforted, and captivated consistently throughout my existence in this time, in this life; Though i've been in recent times, able to remember your essence in lifetimes past, it is in this lifetime that I find the most befuddling, how your music itself has seemed to find and follow me.Unexplainable, would be the word that I can most easily use to describe anything having to do with it--love, would be the other word. “I love you”, is, I guess, what I was trying to say by tapping you gently three times, before running away. Really though, there aren't many things I could have said, or done--i'd never really been “starstruck” before; but it would be quite a stretch to say that it was the first time I'd been left awestruck in your presence. Countless performances, club shows; Raves are my favorite, favorite thing--second to the feel, and sound of bass. “Synesthesia”, would be the vocabulary word that explained a lifelong fascination with laser lights and deep bass; in ten years of hugging subwoofers and losing myself in the drop wondering my early adulthood mantra “Why am I like this?” almost constantly, it never mattered more to me than it has now. I recall a time where I referred to Skrillex as my spirit animal--still true, I suppose, although considering the fact I've consciously separated the Skrillex of things from the Sonny Moore of it all. One in the same, or, two separate parts of a whole--I can undeniably say all my unconventional, unconditional “I love you, I love you, I love you's”, in the everything that you are. ‘In love', would be an understatement--though which statement to actually make, i'm unsure of. I'm unsure of a lot of things, really; I've made many honest (and dishonest mistakes) in this lifetime--walking away from you, one of them. But, I can't change that, anything about who I am--or anything about the world the way it is, for I am only one--and too small, too weak, and too tired. My soul wishes for the freedom that death will bring--and so, I must let it...as its simply much too hard to live moving forward with such a badly broken spirit. I want you to understand that it is not your fault; It's nothing to do with you, or anything that you've done--the way that I love is uncontainable, once the match has been lit. I apologize again that you've become a victim in the energy field that becomes somewhat of a vortex, once activated. I didn't mean to fall in love with you--I don't know really how it happened, it just did. Maybe you don't remember me. Maybe you do. It doesn't really matter now, I just want you to know that me leaving this life is no fault of yours. I love you wholeheartedly--wholeheartedly, too, I love myself--though, seemingly only from the inside-out; there's nothing I can do about the outer shell I've been trapped in all these years. This is my body; something I would neither burden nor embarrass you with. Apologies, and all my love to you. There's nothing I want for you more than to live a happy, healthy, fulfilling life--I hope that you and those surrounding you are always, always living in peace, with joy and love--without worry, or burden, or stress; in honesty, these arre my wishes for anyone on this planet..as my love for humanity itself has only seemed to quantify, as I near the end of my life. I love, love; sometimes, I believe that I *am* love, as are any of us--but as I draw nearer to the light, it becomes harder and harder for me to believe that anything else matters, or has ever mattered, more than love. I love you. It just may be that i'm the world's biggest Skrillex fan--but to look beyond the cloak of stardom has left me longing for the embodiment of a memorable, familiar soul: The you. The person, and being that actually is; which is to say--as I would for any of my closest friends--I'd go to hell-and-back for you, give my last for you, do anything to protect you--*you*, the person; wanting and needing, expecting nothing in the world--because I cannot see a world without you in it. I'm sorry again, for any negativity. I meant to leave you behind at least, something beautiful, in exchange for all the years and moment's i've experienced through your art--but as I've mentioned before, I am trapped within myself. Symphonies unsung, melodies unwritten--because I've not what it takes to make it. I won't depart without admitting I tried, Music is my all, my everything, my guiding light--so at least in going home, I know there will always, always be the World of Sound--perhaps Heaven in the place where I can live there. I don't know what else to say. You're one of the most beautiful people i've ever seen, from the inside out--before I saw you, I heard you; before I could hear you, you were felt. I will always love you...nothing much else can matter, except that you know that. I'll never be able to erase it from my mind, never be able to forget, or look past it. I may even never understand why. Ancient Egyptian knowledge, or whatever—is the thing it seems they were trying to convey. By they, I only mean—whoever it is that wanted to hurt me. From the men shouting “kill yourself” outside my window— To the flocks of gorgeous, perfect women with perfect waists, perfect fashion, perfect faces—flaunting and floating before me, taunting me, pointing and laughing—rolling eyes, and flipping hair— and giving looks that say “I know you wish you looked as good as me.” I do. I do wish that. I wish more than anything to be beautiful. But...I keep eating. My body is hideous. I hate everything about it. I could try harder, but even that hurts. Everything hurts. Especially my heart. Why was I not more panicked, that after such a phenomenon such as that, cast by shadows against my tent—that the zipper of the door began to move slowly, from one side to another. Perhaps, I wanted the company. Maybe I needed it. What I didn't need, was more excruciating pain. No one's fault, I guess—someone wants me dead. At this point, I think me, the most. I'll never forget that face. The shocker. “Why is Skrillex in my tent?” The looming question. A question I hadn't even the time to ask, before blurting out “Are you okay?!” He froze, I froze. I guess that's where my Skrillex and my Sonny collided, as my soul began the process of separating the music I adored, and the person who made it. I will never forget his eyes. Fear. I scared him. He scared me. He scarred me. Maybe it wasn't him. I know that it *was* in fact Sonny himself (the face is unmistakable, those eyes)—but perhaps he was put up to it. Paid, for the task. Maybe my deer-in-the-headlights makes it so that he is the hunter—? How could he have missed his shot? How could I have missed mine. I've fallen in love with a celebrity. What medicine cures that? What medicine cures suicide? None I've taken, really—maybe Acid. Now, I can't seem to separate myself from Skrillex—or from Sonny—or from figuring out the two, or one in the same— or from figuring out myself, in that we are one in the same. I love him. Like a stupid teenager loves her favorite idol. Yeah, it's exactly like that, except worse—I'm a grown woman, a failure—whose aspirations and admirations are grandiose, and dillusional. Now I'm even more delusional. I thought, for a moment that Sonny might be in love with me. In honesty? Sometimes I still think that. I actually still believe that. So why this approach? I'm partially convinced he was paid to ‘finish the job', so to speak. I was already suicidal, and, fresh out of the hospital on the attempt to end my life that failed, again. So this would do it—make me hope and believe I could be something, someone, anyone—that I could be anything—even a superstar DJ-turned-future President. I'm a fucking joke. Someone, who could have anyone—in love with me? Maybe this is why people sneak into tents at music festivals: They don't love you— They just want to fuck. DAY 1: MAY 1ST, 2020; If I am offered dinner, will eat--but if not, will continue forward. Will set an alarm for 3:30 AM once roommate has gone to bed to check for his keys. Everyone gets their own suicide letter. Mom Dad Bearr Annie Yesenia Sonny (just leave it to Annie w/ his rock && burn book) Let everybody know it's not their fault. Reasons: 1. Fat 2. Ugly 3. Black 4. Poor 5. Unsuccessful 6. Friendless 7. No Charisma 8. Single I don't know why I numbered them. Do you really need more than one reason to kill yourself? (no.) I believe i”ve started the fast that I was asked. Be it that I have, the date is May 1st, 2020--however, I've been wondering if my roommate leaves the keys to his car in an accessible place; I'm kind of hoping so. I'm already craving to eat, and the first 24 hours have yet to pass. Again, i'm always given the open to keep this date and continue forward, so long that I eat before midnight--however, nothing seems like the right answer; The matter of fasting has become a damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't matter...it seems that everything I do is ‘wrong', though right-and-wrong are subjective, and multidimensionally, objective, even. I probably might have been dead by now, if my car battery hadn't died...it seems like the easiest and least painful way; something easy and quiet. I've thought about sharpening a knife, just to cut and let [myself] bleed out at the wrist--but then, I fear that I may panic and that my mind would fight to survive. I've thought about hanging from one of my favorite trees-- but haven't the money left to buy any rope--which, perhaps, I could steal--but to steal enough rope to hang myself with on foot? A tricky task, to say the least. So, really, some of me is hoping my roommate leaves his keys out. At first, the thought of committing my suicide here was unsettling. My roommate, Satan's personal favorite vehicle and overall negative void of a ‘person' (or vampire, honestly), is a drama Queen--he needs not only conflict and drama to survive, but fiends for it; something in me had somehow become too proud to give him something to girlishly blabber about with his narcissistic, simple friends--I can already hear the repetitive exclamations of “horror” that would more-than-likely delight him as he recounts the story of finding my body, over-and-over...at first it rather haunted me, and now i've come to peace with--bargaining that having him find my body would be something of a statement, which wordlessly reads “sticks and stones may break my bones but words got up and killed me.” Words. Little words. Big Words. Actions. Gestures. If it's negative, I can feel it in my body, before it even happens; If it's positive, it can leave me radiating for days on end, and without a care. My “living situation” has been nothing more than a prolonging of my already disastrously failed and predominately miserable life. A mentally-ill and often psychotic mother, followed by a too- young marriage to a dynamically similar person, has left me up Shit's creek with no boat; I'm pushing 30 with no significant other, and no significance at all. There are generations of perfect people, fresh out of high school--who can and will do everything I ever thought possible or imaginable, better than me. And it's my fault. NO ENTRY ON DAY 2. Gave Myself A “Skrillex” haircut. Wow. Fuck my life. DAY 3: The fast will end today, more than likely. I am overwhelmed with grief, at loss for motivation, and struggling to believe there is any positive outcome to anything I do. I'm already getting headaches, and acute hunger pains--usually these things don't happen until well after the third day. I suppose my body is telli

Episode 268: DJ KISS On this week's episode of the @RoadPodcast, the fellas speak with NYC's finest and Hollywood's go-to DJ @KissTheDeeJay. @DJCrooked recalls Kiss's impeccable music taste when she waitressed at #ClubPM in NYC (1:02) and linking up with his #ClubPM co-resident @DJMOS (15:31).  Kiss shares her early days spinning at NYC hotspots like #Stereo and #GoldBar (25:21), fighting for #NYFW gigs (37:28) and navigating a nightlife scene heavily reliant on Page Six Mentions and nepotism (40:22). She talks about joining @SkamArtists when @SkyNellor was the most sought after "Female DJ" at the time (50:56) and speaks about her new scripted TV Series with MOS (1:05:03).  Kiss explains how she became #Prince's personal DJ (1:15:47), as well as @Diddy (1:27:34) and went on tour with @Pharrell, @Oprah and #JimmyIovine (1:31:22).

Filmed and recorded in Itaewon in Seoul, Don't Call Me “Exotic”'s collaboration with Seoul Community Radio the second episode of the season features DJ, promoter, producer, music studio owner (OMM), Yuzo.She speaks to host Annie about the barriers of being a female DJ, approaching event promoters about misogyny and diversity, advice on how to start your own community and why she started her own studio, OMM - a studio prioritizing women to create a safer space.Seoul Community Radio (SCR) is a live-stream studio and community space, based in Itaewon. SCR seeks to showcase DJs, artists and producers in the Seoul scene.@dontcallmeexoticpod@ohannieoh@scr_radio @yuzopia@studio_omm Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

To start off 2023 the right way, here's Get Lifted 198!  This is an exclusive set for We Get Lifted Radio, as heard on 8th January 23.  All deep house this one.  Enjoy the music!  I will be back with more soon.  Happy New Year.LD xDiggin Deep - 8pm-10pm GMT - WednesdaysATHouse with LD -  9pm-11pm GMT Saturday Live sessions with a livestream on Mixcloudhttps://www.mixcloud.com/live/wegetliftedGet Lifted with LD & Guests - 8pm-9pm GMT - Sundayshttps://www.wegetliftedradio.comTreat yourself to some Get Lifted merch, visit www.jackfresh.comhttps://twitter.com/wegetlifted_http://twitter.com/LadyDuracellhttps://www.instagram.com/wegetliftedradiohttps://www.instagram.com/djladyduracellhttps://ladyduracellqueenoffunk.podomatic.comhttps://www.ladyduracell.comhttp://www.facebook.com/LadyDuracellDJhttp://www.facebook.com/groups/ladyduracellGet Lifted Clothing:https://www.JackFresh.com

Ready to turn it up a notch this holiday season? My latest mix. Twist of Lime, will add some zing to your celebrations. 1. See Ya (Re-Work Extended Mix) - Lexa Hill - Downtown Underground   2. Make It Right (Extended Mix) - The Deepshakerz - Club Sweat   3. Shake Yo Ass - L!to - Seventy Four   4. Night Fly (Original Mix) - Borka & The Gang - Lisztomania Records   5. Tell Me (Extended Mix) - Per QX/DJ Rae - Liftoff Recordings   6. Body Action (Jay Vegas Remix) - Nightmovers - Hot Stuff   7. Animus - DJ Fudge - Nervous   8. Make Things Right (Original Mix) - Demarkus Lewis - Ohmelya Music   9. We Don't Even Talk - Logo Alloy/Zam T - Cyanide   10. This Place (Extended Vocal Mix) - Harold Matthews Jr./Sean McCabe - Good Vibrations Music   11. Whole Lotta Groove - Bauhouse - Miura Records   12. Get The Message (Daniel Barross Remix) - 8 Bit Society - Salted Music   You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com

Annie Macmanus is a voice we've been hearing for twenty years. First as a presenter and tastemaker for the UK's biggest dance music radio show, as a festival headlining DJ, as host of her podcast ‘Changes with Annie Macmanus', and now as an author of her best-selling novel ‘Mother Mother'. Reaching the pinnacle of success with a relentless schedule headlining a 2am show in Ibiza every week before flying back in the morning to present her daily radio show, it took the pandemic lockdowns for Annie to realise she wanted something completely different from her life. So she started again. This conversation explores her decision to check in with herself and walk away from a 17 year career at the BBC to explore her passions of writing and podcasts. She presents the challenging notion that your life needs to have a revolution every 20 years for it to remain meaningful and fulfilling. Topics: Early context People please Your parents Your insecurities Leaving Ireland - being rejected why didn't you keep trying? Labels Cost of being wrapped up in your labels Learning to listen to instinct Feeling burdened Midlife crisis doubts and fears making big decisions Why did you make it? Is your relationship with work healthy? Mental health Tokenism A successful life for you last guest question Annie: Instagram - bit.ly/3iqZtcu Twitter - bit.ly/3UrsxOa Annie's podcast: bit.ly/3UhzNvT Annie's book: bit.ly/3VGwT57 Watch the episodes on Youtube: https://g2ul0.app.link/3kxINCANKsb Follow us on Telegram: https://g2ul0.app.link/E5re0ADNKsb Sponsors: Huel - https://g2ul0.app.link/G4RjcdKNKsb BlueJeans - https://g2ul0.app.link/NCgpGjVNKsb Craftd - https://g2ul0.app.link/gZ8in6Dsvsb

Hard and fast. Because last week sucked and I don't want to carry it with me. Tech House with a fudge ripple layer of Love Unlimited Orchestra vibes if it was mixed with bones of titanium and whirled around a garage like an industrial tornado. Because you're worth it darling, you really are. Walk on. Let it go. Make it WERQ!

Once known as the #1 Female DJ in all of Texas and a proud member of LGTBQ+ Community, DJ Sno White quickly found herself part of Cancel Culture. On our Season 7 premiere, we talk to DJ Sno White about how her political views cost her the respect of many in her community but helped her gain new sense of life. Also, the Str8Up Crew has some groundbreaking news in regard to the future of our podcast.

This show was recorded live on my Get Lifted Radio Show which is on my radio station, www.wegetliftedradio.com every Sunday 8pm GMT.  On Sunday you can expect to hear all the best in either deep, soulful, organic or afro house/ afro tech.  Sorry there's no playlist, reach out if you want an ID and I will do my best!  This set there was a lot of older afro tracks and some new.  Let me know if you enjoy it!  Big love, peace & house beats!PS come and chat with me on WGLR, I'm there every evening.Diggin Deep - 8pm-10pm GMT - WednesdaysATHouse with LD -  9pm-11pm GMT Saturday Live sessions with a livestream on Mixcloudhttps://www.mixcloud.com/live/wegetliftedGet Lifted with LD & Guests - 8pm-9pm GMT - Sundayshttps://www.wegetliftedradio.comTreat yourself to some Get Lifted merch, visit www.jackfresh.comhttps://twitter.com/wegetlifted_http://twitter.com/LadyDuracellhttps://www.instagram.com/wegetliftedradiohttps://www.instagram.com/djladyduracellhttps://ladyduracellqueenoffunk.podomatic.comhttps://www.ladyduracell.comhttp://www.facebook.com/LadyDuracellDJhttp://www.facebook.com/groups/ladyduracellGet Lifted Clothing:https://www.JackFresh.com

Clear blue sky.  Anything is possible.  My latest mix, Aqua Sky, lets you dream big. 1. Pumping Sound - SACRED H3ART/Casamena/Lovely Lauren - Ocha Records   2. Never Again - Discosteps - Large Music   3. The Way I Feel (Original Mix) - Sebb Junior - No Fuss Records   4. Can't Stop The Feeling (Original Mix) - Kinky Movement - Soul Beach Records   5. Zoewehlo (Original Mix) - Pierre Reynolds - AWK Recordings   6. Funk City (Ricky kk Remix) - Demarkus Lewis - HOUPH   7. Round Round (Extended Mix) - Terri-Anne - Glasgow Underground   8. Disco Take (Sugarstarr 12inch Mix) - Tobi Mack - Sugarstarr Traxx   9. Swingers Party (Original Mix) - JSRP - Rich Got Jacked   10. Back To Bahia (Dub Version) - Pete Herbert - Music For Swimming Pools   11. Under The Disco Lights (Craig Smith Remix) - Bon - Future Proof Recordings   You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com

My latest mix, Lark, is reminiscent of the last carefree days of warm weather before the chill sets in.     1. Found House (Mark Farina/Homero Espinosa Funky Dub Mix) - Stranger Danger/Tobirus Mozelle - Moulton Music   2. Fire It Up (Original Mix) - Tommy Largo - Mood Funk Records   3. Luv U More (Original Mix) - Kid Massive - Safari Music   4. Give It To Me - Avon Stringer - Guesthouse   5. So High (Extended Mix) - Gregor Salto/Ron Carroll - Salto Sounds   6. Get Into It (Saison Remix) - Paulo Maria/HRDY - No Fuss Records   7. Find Myself (Sebb Junior ‘Dub' Remix) - Hideo Kobayashi/Fuminori Kagajo/Jaidene Veda/Cityboy From Seoul - Mood Funk Records   8. All I Want (Original Mix) - The Archer - There Is A Light   9. Body Control - Dam Swindle - Heist Recordings   10. Watch Your Back (Original Mix) - NUMA A TFIVE - DU Records   11. Bubble Guts (Braxe + Falcon Extended Remix) - A-Trak - Fool's Gold Records   12. Together - Zetbeee - Salted Music   13. Always (Deep Core Vocal Dub) - Boomclap/Cerys - Electric Mode You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com  

Making it in the music industry is hard, but making it in the music industry when you're female, from outside of London, and a vocal part of the LGBTQ community, unfortunately and unjustly, makes it even harder. This weeks' guest, the incredible Kaylee Golding has overcome all of the aforementioned barriers and is now an industry leading radio presenter and DJ. What a story.Kaylee takes us on her amazing, but at times tough Past, Present, Future journey, which is one that is guaranteed to inspire all who watch / listen. A truly great conversation.Feedback is always welcomed and valued, so please do let us know what you think by commenting, and be sure to like and subscribe too.- DiSCOVERY's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/discovery_rapp/?hl=en- Kaylee's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kayleegolding/?hl=en- Host's Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lawriewilson/?hl=enThanks - DiSCOVERY

In the natural world, there's nothing quite like a flamingo.  It struts its stuff and flaunts its beauty.  This month's mix, Flamingo Pink, will make you wanna celebrate your differences.   1. Get Into It (Original Mix) - Paulo Maria/HRDY - No Fuss Records   2. So Damn Good (feat. Katie Bates) (Dub Mix) - Craig J. Snider/Mark Picchiotti - Tinted Records   3. Play (Sebb Junior Remix) - N-You-Up/LATASHA - Papa Records   4. Why You (Original Mix) - Red Met - MONOSIDE  5. Make You Wanna (Sugarstarr's 12inch Mix) - 3HouseEffect - Sugarstarr Traxx   6. Stick To Faith (Original Mix) - Risk Assessment - No Fuss Records   7. Keep It On (Kristin Velvet Remix) - Jerk Boy/Mike Dunn - Refuge Recordings   8. Feels So Right (Odyssey Inc. Remix) - Solution/Victor Simonelli - Unkwn Rec   9. Off Center (KACZ Remix) - Mario Cruz - Blockhead Recordings   10. Do My Thing - Homero Espinosa - Large Music   11. Good (Les Loups Remix) - Niels Freidel - Havea Records   12. Feel Good (Cris Herrera Remix) - B & S Concept - Large Music   13. Get Loose (Original Mix) - Chewy Rubs - Bandolier Records  

Thabo Mdluli is joined by Nomfundo 'DJ Nomfleek' Mtsweni and Kamo ‘DJ Kamo' Mailula, discussing the art and business behind being a DJ. They share their journey and some of the lessons and achievements that they have made in the industry.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

We've made it to 100 mixes!!  For this special milestone, I've brought out the vinyl to highlight some favorites.  Hope it makes you shimmer like a Disco Ball.   1. Love Come Down (Club Vocal Mix) - Alison Limerick - MCA Music Ltd. I bought this record at Eight Ball Records shop in the East Village.  I wanted to hear it because it had a girl with a shaved head on the cover and I thought she was badass. 2. I Can't Get No Sleep (KenLou 12”) - Masters At Work - Underground Music Movement   First time I heard this was on the dance floor in London.  I lost my mind. 3. Come Over 2 My Place - Roots + Wings - White This record is truly one of my favorites.  The bassline is so thick and sexy. 4. Sincere (Naked Music Mig's Petalpusher Vocal Remix) - MJ Cole - Mercury Records   This remix is pure gold.  So well produced and just a beauty. 5. When I Fell In Love (Shadow Company Dub) - UBQ Project - Boombastic Another very thick bassline that makes you wanna sit on top of it.   6. Big Tool - Chris Lum - Tango   Love the creative use of a very classic house track. 7. I'll Do Anything - Todd Terry - The Unreleased Project   This track reminds me of the raving days.  I love her desperation. 8. Pieces (The Sound Factory Mix) - Revoked - Hot Mix 5 Records   The quick cuts on this record sounds like listening to the radio in the late 80s. 9. I See You Baby (Original) - Groove Armada - Jive Electro Records   Tables are turned and she gets to objectify her desire. 10. Buddy X (Masters At Work 12” House Remix) - Neneh Cherry - EMI Virgin Music LTD Lenny Kravitz getting called out for being a player. 11. Like It Was - Wescott Devine - White   This gem goes with anything.  So bouncy and fun.

Enjoy! 

DJ Slim Thiq

When was the last time you flirted until you blushed?  My latest mix, Rouge Red will make you want to go out and flirt just a little.  Try it. 1. I Got It (Original Mix) - Saucy Lady - Star Creature Universal Vibrations   2. Soul Minority (Original Mix) - Sek - No Fuss Records   3. Deja Vu feat. Latanza Waters (Mission Dub) - E-Smoove - Nervous   4. You Can Feel This (Extended Mix) - Oscar Barila/Trevor Gordon - Glasgow Underground   5. Everybody (Extended Mix) - Amorhouse/Tonix - Motive Records   6. In This House (Instrumental) - Caldera (UK) - Dopewax   7. Goin' Crazy (Neil Smallridge/Northern Bureau 5100 Remix) - Sinan Kaya - HOUPH 8. Moans & Groans - Denace 2 Society - Material   9. C'Mon Get Down (Original Mix) - Mauro Chess/Tuby Rubber - More Than House!!   10. Simpler Times  - Shur-I-Kan - Reel People Music   11. Gived Up On Love (Original Mix) - R.E.A.D./Ancient Deep/Red Eye - Ocha Records   12. End Of The Street (Herr Vogel Remix) - Shaka - Karussell Records   You can find all these songs and more at www.traxsource.com

This Episode 57 was so great, so entertaining. We had an all-star panel of female DJs from all over the world. These beautiful ladies have all different experiences. Some have toured Europe, some have toured the Caribbean, some have made their name in the midst of the pandemic. All however are passionate about the art of Deejaying. We spoke about the challenges of being a woman in the industry to the sleep schedules of a DJ in demand. DJ BB Bad came with the dance moves while DJ Soca B played an uptempo mix. Together they had all of us moving. DJ Renee shared her experiences playing and living in Dubai. DJ Queen dropped gem after gem giving us timely motivation. DJ Chocolate Rocket showed us her dedication by sharing her experiences while actually being on location Deejaying at a night club. Episode 57 was a great vibe of Afrobeats, Reggae, Moombahton, Soca, Kompa, 90s R&B & HipHop. Do NOT miss this episode! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/blazethelion/support