Poor old Calvin. Earning £1million per week in Vegas, marrried to Dua Lipa. No wonder he’s had enough.
Oh yeah. Having to play all that EDM bollocks. I knew there was a catch…
Poor old Calvin. Earning £1million per week in Vegas, marrried to Dua Lipa. No wonder he’s had enough.
Oh yeah. Having to play all that EDM bollocks. I knew there was a catch…
Naughty Chris he’s married to Vicky Hope Tut Tut!
Ha, that what i meant…
I just did a gig at the weekend where I provided the soundsystem. I played first. One of the later dJ’s did a no show, so I hopped in for the first half of his set and another couple of guys jumped on to cover. We ended up doing a 4 way btb for the last 2 hours and it was a blast. No-one treated me like I was old, and I made some nice new young friends. As far as indie events where you can play interesting stuff, there is just no age involved sometimes.
I remember a great bit of telly when he was a judge on a programme years ago where bands were trying to get a record deal. A band finished up playing and he started slagging off their song writing abilities and the guitarist leant over to the mike and said in a monotone voice “I get all the girls, I get all the girls”.
I think the balearic spirit is pretty ageless really. Your heart never gets older even if the rest does. I certainly hope there will one day be someone of similar age and taste playing la passionara to all of us down the palliative care unit.
A friend and I sketched out a plan on a napkin for an ‘acid house retirement home’ called Better Days.
It included numerous sound systems, ecstasy, lots of talks and social events, nice accommodation and a beach side location. Also a Swiss style end of life facility as I recall.
We were quite drunk at the time but the idea stands up.
La Palla-care-a
I’m in!
Margate?
Ha ha! Sounds about right.
where do i sign?
It should actually be a real thing. It’d make a good tv series anyway. More White Dove than White Lotus.
When I win the lottery I’ll build it.
Ive been randomly receiving invites to view retirement homes for a while now. They are definitely missing a trick.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I’m nowhere near ready to hang up my headphones, but the opportunities to play out are fewer and fewer. At 47 I’m making and releasing more music than I ever have. Ten, even five years ago that would have been enough to see a few regular gigs coming in. But now, the phone hardly rings. Why is that? I’ve tried to analyse it, and there are a number of factors. Age is possibly the biggest one.
The events and parties I would appeal to are run by a similar age group, and so they have likely thrown in the towel, got bored or cant deal with the challenging climate. COVID obviously levelled at lot of venues and events and some parties never recovered. Venues have also closed due to rising costs / gentrification / changing going out attitudes and so naturally gig opportunites have reduced.
Social Media has warped things badly. While I’m as active as I want to be, Instagram in particular has skewed things so perversely that it seems you are rewarded for mooning to the camera and behaving like a clown. Some people just aren’t cut out for that kind of carry on and I’m one of them. Its a shame you cant go about your business honestly and quitely with integrity and decency. Well, you can but prepared to be ignored.
I’m not sure what the answer is. I dont want to become an over the hill gatekeeper moaning about the old days. There are enough of those already. Perhaps I should be happy with my lot, I’ve been lucky enough to play around the world at some of the best clubs and festivals. Travelling gigs seem to have dried up, for now at least. It was good while it lasted.
Well said.
Mmm. Not quite the vibe we were aiming for!
Wise words Joe. I can’t tell you how sad it makes me to see some of the more narcissistic DJs mugging to the camera - the fake dancing etc. Fuck off and just play the music.
For me the point to give up will be when I earmark a track to play from my bag/stick and then forget what it was 5 minutes later.