Touring DJs are known to live life in the fast lane. The aggressive routine is made up of global jet-setting, tremendous partying and days on end with no sleep. It's enough to push any average person to the edge.
Going to see a DJ could change your life. They might throw down the ultimate set and play every track you wanted to listen to at exactly the right moment. You’ll tell your mates the next day how incredible it was and they’ll turn to you and say, 'Yeah, I saw them play fabric the other night'. It will infuriate you to no end as you try and get the point across that last night was the best night. Your friend will humour you, but deep down you accept it’s a lost cause. Add another DJ to that mix, though, and you’ve got yourself a story.
We live in an age where it seems every producer is running a label. Thanks to Bandcamp, SoundCloud and numerous other self-promotion tools, it’s never been easier to release music and DIY spirit is booming.
It’s a slow and delicate mating dance, the thing with drugs. The unwritten rule is that stimulants are there if the DJ makes an overture, but it’s often a bad sign if you are offered them – especially if it happens in the car. When you’ve flown 3,000 miles and been awake pretty much for three days solid, who wants to do lines in the airport car-park just to be alert and chatty for the next 40 mins in a car?
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