I would regliously dance to the point of exhaustion,
and sit in a corner wondering
how other people could stand it.

The pretty girls,
the one night stands,
the easy marks had all gone by now.

Now it was the kids,
or the die hard music lovers
who didn't care how hot it was,
it was the passage of dance
that would temporarily allow them
that moment of freedom from life.

It perplexed me then,
and more so now,
that they universally worshipped
the DJ as they did.

He controlled their mood,
their expression
yet with a switch of a button
it could be gone.

The regenerated 70's Rock Star
of the new millenium,
for many it was more about the DJ
than it was about the music.

Something I never really understood.

Yet for some,
a very select few,
it remained the music
that was the driving force,
even long after the fame faded away.

The DJ was easily recognized to be only as good
as his love for the music he played.

You could tell who was playing
for the notoriety,
or to ride the bandwagon of the scene,
from who was playing
because it was absolutely essential
to release that energy from the spirit.

Great artists are people
who find the way
to be themselves in their art.

Any sort of pretension
induces mediocrity in art and life alike.