Born on the shores of Lake Michigan.... After a brief childhood of innocent destruction and mayhem, the music was born. From down the coastline came those banging rhythms and disgusting acid basslines, destroying all down to the foundation, leaving the one-room schoolhouse in its wake. All can learn, the space inside in infinite.
I grew up in Milwaukee. I had a friend who had relatives come back from Chicago. They brought a tape with them. I don't think we need to talk about what was on that tape.
That weekend I tuned my stereo, one of those dope old vacuum tube ones with the manual needle tuning dial and other attenuating circuits, to one of those Chicago radio stations. That thing worked as hard as it could, but it succeeded in sucking in enough signal to give me a taste. Every weekend night, there it was.
A little station known as WGCI.
Oh? And what else is this? Another little station called "WBMX".
Oh yes, it was on.
And it's still on.
I gradually absorbed all kinds of music. That is, until the spring of 1994. First "rave".
I threw every other music in the woods, other than my old house tapes. Yeah, maybe a bit extreme. But I knew there was now no room for anything else. Eventually I allowed a few other "genres" to enter my mind.
Until 1998. A crisis of sorts. Disgusted by the way the scene had diverted from its former underground love, I sold the majority of my records, my tables, and all of my production gear. I'd had enough.
Needless to say, by the year 2000, my regret had eaten away at the shell of my disgust, and I began the journey to reclaim what was once mine. I'm still on that journey.
It'll never end....
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