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October 2017 Footwork/Juke new releases

Hi, This month is gonna be a bit different, feeling a bit sick, so not gonna get a mix done in time, so it's just gonna be a list of releases from October.   Artist – Release [yyyy-mm-dd | Label] 1H9!N - Bitter Syrup [2017-09-27 | Shidzen Music]  Slick Shoota - Bootleg Pack [2017-10-01 | Slick Shoota] Various - 5 years of Sequel One [2017-10-05 | Sequel One] DJ Manny - Greenlight [2017-10-06 | Teklife] bastiengoat - culp [2017-10-06 | bastiengoat] Mr Jags - Dosis Diaria EP [2017-10-09 | Aeronema] Broken Lip - Let Me Tell Ya [2017-10-09 | BSN Posse] EQ Why - New Track City: Volume Two [2017-10-09 | Good Street] SOLEJAM - Date Night [2017-10-13 | District160] Mouse On Mars - Synaptics EP [2017-10-13 | Monkeytown Germany] TK Vicious - 8 Track Afterparty [2017-10-13 | Strictly Flava] Kumakob - Grisis EP [2017-10-14 | La Dolce Vita] VRH - Negro EP [2017-10-15 | VRH] Dcomplexity - Fusion Syntax v.2 [2017-10-15 | Footwork Fusion] Bojaq - The Major [2017-10-17 | Sure Shot Trax] Hieronymous Monstrosity - L17 [2017-10-19 | Hieronymous Monstrosity] Dolenz - Evesdrop EP [2017-10-20 | Exit] HVNT - Off The Block [2017-10-22 | Footwork Fusion] Various - Street Bangers Factory 8 [2017-10-27 | Moveltraxx] DJ TRE - The Underdog EP [2017-10-27 | Hyperdub] El Blanco Nino - 30 [2017-10-31 | El Blanco Nino]

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More great updates to Ozclubbers.com.au! (16th Nov 2017)

Hi everyone,   I've been hard at it again over the past few months, and as you may have noticed, the site is not only becoming a one-stop-shop for everything about clubbing, but even running smoother and faster!  As part of it becoming a one-stop-shop, here's some new things that have been added   News and Reviews The News and Reviews section has launched!  Not only are we getting syndicated feeds from a number of reputable sources in the electronic music industry, but we have our own writers posting news and reviews!  This makes Ozclubbers.com.au a single place that you can go to get all the news, rather than jumping to multiple different websites across your day. Of course, we are always on the lookout for more writers, so if you think you can contribute, head over to https://ozclubbers.com.au/application and send us through an application!  Events Firstly, we have opened up Event Adding so that you no longer need to be a member to add your event.  If you aren't a member, you will need to wait for your event to be approved by a moderator before it appears on the site.  If you are a member, not only is your event is automatically approved, but you can respond to comments and view the RSVP list.  To add an event, go to https://ozclubbers.com.au/calendar/submit.  Remember, adding events is completely free! Secondly, we have linked up with a number of venues to have their Facebook events now appear on our Calendar. So not only will you see events that various event promoters post up, you'll also get to see the events from venues as well.
If you are a venue, and would like to get your Facebook events linked up to appear on Ozclubbers, get in touch with @AdamMadd and we can arrange it - it costs you absolutely nothing! And lastly, for those in Brisbane, any events added to the Brisbane calendar will automatically appear on the Brisbane Social and The Valley facebook pages.  Great way to get free promotion!
If you are the owner/manager of a Facebook page in your city dedicated to the clubbing and electronic music scene, get in touch with @AdamMadd and we can get events appearing on your page automatically too! Newsletters We now have weekly newsletters which give you all the news, events, forum topics, blogs, photos, etc all in one email!  You can subscribe and unsubscribe to these by visiting https://ozclubbers.com.au/settings/?area=newsletters and selecting the newsletters relevant to you from there. Music Wiki Our brand new feature is a Music Wiki.  This is a community-driven place to define the various different styles of electronic music.  You can also search through it if you don't know what a particular genre or style is.  This wiki is completely community driven, so we need your input to add and update the information on it.  You can find this under the Music menu, or by jumping to https://ozclubbers.com.au/musicwiki/ New Brisbane Photographer We want to take a moment to welcome our new photographer in Brisbane, @harry_jwhite. Harry has a vast array of experience in photography and is keen to help out the scene as much as possible. We are still looking for volunteer photographers in other cities as well, so if you are a bit of a socialite, have a decent camera, and like getting free entry to events, get in touch with us at https://ozclubbers.com.au/application Forums The forums have had a bit of an update.  You can now view the Forums in a "stream" view, which lets you filter all the active threads by forum topic using options on the right hand side of the page.  This gives you the chance to see all the topics that interest you, but without the need to jump back and forth around the site.      Thats about it for now.  Thanks again for being part of our community, and if you like what we are doing, please share the site around! Cheers Adam Madd

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September 2017 Footwork/Juke new releases

It's been a while in between, but thought I should get back into it, did a mix at the beginning of last month that was basically only august tunes but there was a lot of other stuff in there as well, so didn't count it... I've got a couple of tunes from August in this one as well, cos they didn't make it into that one. Hope you enjoy it ·      Artist – Title [yy-mm-dd | Label] 1.     Comoc – What She Like [17-08-28 | Polish Juke]
2.     Badeshi – Stolen Thoughts [17-08-28 | Otherbrother Recordings]
3.     BSN Posse – About U (Sideswipe remix) [17-09-01 | Modern Ruin]
4.     Moralz – Comfort Zone [17-09-04 | Free Love Digital]
5.     NameBrandSound – Wicked We Wicked [17-09-08 | Arena Yard]
6.     Jake Robertz – Root Sound [17-09-08 | Multi Music US]
7.     Deep Shoq – Thalassa (Frequency Remix) [17-09-12 | Black Marble Collective]
8.     iljuswifmo – Dog Fight [17-09-13 | iljuswifmo]
9.     Traxman – Be Gagen (feat. DJ Earl) [17-09-14 | Teklife]
10.  Sun Yufka – Kambo [17-09-14 | Beat Machine]
11.  Nills – Alex [17-09-16 | Alternative Architecture]
12.  DJ Manny – Ghost Out [17-09-16 | Teklife]
13.  Becky Hill – Unpredictable (Fracture remix) [17-09-18 | Eko]
14.  BNDT72 – Close 2 U (BSN Posse Remix) [17-09-19 | Never Slept]
15.  TASO x DJ EARL – Killed Em [17-09-19 | TASO TEKLIFE]
16.  Radar Bird – Saphire [17-09-20 | Through My Speakers]
17.  Bigself – Gare Du Nord [17-09-22 | Le French Work]
18.  Zed Bias – Dissecting Frequencies [17-09-22 | Exit Records UK]
19.  Rude Operator – Witchdoctor (feat Ornetter Hawkins) [17-09-22 | 31 Recordings]
20.  Seablaze – Anzu Dreams [17-09-25 | Anime アニメ Romance ロマンス]
21.     Cuepeedog & DJ Dai – Higher [17-09-30 | Femme Fusion]   Check out their bandcamp pages https://polishjuke.bandcamp.com/ https://otherbrotherrecordings.bandcamp.com/ https://modernruinrecords.bandcamp.com/ https://namebrandsound.bandcamp.com https://blackmarblerecords.bandcamp.com http://iljuswifmo.bandcamp.com/ http://music.beatmachinerecords.com/music https://alternativearchitecture.bandcamp.com/ https://never-slept.bandcamp.com/ https://tasoteklife.bandcamp.com/ https://throughmyspeakers.bandcamp.com/ https://lefrenchwork.bandcamp.com/ https://exitrecordsuk.bandcamp.com/ https://animeromance.bandcamp.com/ https://femmefusion.bandcamp.com/   

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GALLEON UPFRONT CHARTS W.C 9 AUGUST 2017

BoogieKnights DANCEFLOOR REACTION / ARIA CLUB TOP 20     THE PLAN ~ (BoogieKnights Re-Fix) ~ Skorpio ~ Yes Yes ~ 1
KITTY KAT ~ (Knights Of The Round Label Re-Think) ~ Tonky ft Imagine This ~ Velcro ~ 2
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 3
FUNK CANNON ~ ATICA ~ CLUB33 ~ 4
THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 5
SHAKE IT ~ Purple Disco Machine ~ Defected ~ 6
DEVIL IN ME ~ (Extended Mix) ~ Purple Disco Machine ft Joe Killington & Duane Harden ~ Sweat It Out ~ 7
IF WE LET GO TONIGHT ~ (Extended / Classic / Full Intention / Cavego Remixes) ~ Random Soul ~ RSR ~ 8
LITTLE DANCE ~ (Sunshine / Yasumo Mix) ~ GT & Wildfire ~ Be Rich ~ 9
FEEL IT IN YOUR SOUL ~ BoogieKnights ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 10
CAHUNAS ~ Popcorn Poppers ~ PornoStar Records ~ 11
LOVE WILL SAVE THE DAY ~ (Original / Funkerman Extended Remix) ~ Nicola Fasano & Miami Rockets Ft. Andrea Love ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 12
CAME HERE FOR LOVE ~ Sigala & Ella Eyre ~ SME ~ 13
MAN BEHIND THE SUN ~ (Superlover Mixes) ~ Callum Beattie ~ 3Beat ~ 14
FREE ~ (Crazibiza Remix) ~ Sean Finn vs Terri B & Peter Brown ~ XXX ~ 15
DUM DUM ~ Kideko ~ MOS UK ~ 16
MUSIC IS MY FIRST LOVE ~ (Doc Link Remix) ~ Angelo Ferreri ~ Modulate Goes Digital ~ 17
DANCIN ~ Steve Hart ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 18
ALS WARS DAS LETZTE MAL ~ (Boys Noize Remix) ~ DAF ~ Grönland Records ~ 19
I WANT YOUR ATTENTION ~ Moon Boots, Fiora ~ Anjunadeep ~ 20 GALLEON NY/MANHATTAN COLLECTIVE UPFRONT HOUSE BUZZ CHART YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME ~ (Joey Negro Extended Disco Mix) ~ Phyllis Hyman ~ Z Records ~ 1
SHAKE IT ~ Purple Disco Machine ~ Defected ~ 2
WANNA GIVE IT UP ~ (Dr Packer's Lego's Dub / Full Intention Mix) ~ Ralphi Rosario, Linda Clifford ~ Glitterbox ~ 3
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 4
SUNSHINE PEOPLE ~ (Original) ~ Dario D'Attis ~ DFTD ~ 5
JUST NOT NORMA ~ (Original Mix) ~ Detroit Swindle ~ Heist ~ 6
IF WE LET GO TONIGHT ~ (Extended / Classic / Full Intention / Cavego Remixes) ~ Random Soul ~ RSR ~ 7
SOMETHING ABOUT ~ (Extended) ~ Norman Doray ~ Flamingo ~ 8
HIGH TENTION ~ (Chris Simmonds Houseproud Mix) ~ The Brit-Funk Project ~ XXX ~ 9
I CAN'T STOP ~ (Dario D'Attis Remix) ~ Sandy Rivera ~ DFTD ~ 10
LET'S GET HORNY ~ (Joey Negro Edit) ~ Hi Voltage  ~ Z Records ~ 11
THE HEAD HONCHO ~ (Roger Sanchez 'S-Man' Remix) ~ ATFC, Capitol A ~ ATFC Music ~ 12
KEEP ON ~ (Original Mix) ~ Agua Sin Gas ~ InStereo ~ 13
STREET HUSTLER ~ (Original Mix) ~ DJ Dan, Angelo Ferreri ~ Guesthouse ~ 14
RISE ~ (Husky's BHM Extended) ~ Promonova ft Donald Sheffey ~ Bobbin Head Music ~ 15
MONKEY BUSINESS ~ (Club Edit / Superlover Mix) ~ Deyna Family ~ Black Butter Records ~ 16
SATISFY ME ~ Double Agent ~ MRR ~ 17
HOLD ON ~ (Sonny Fodera Extended Remix) ~ Fabich ~ Island ~ 18
SUMMERTIME ~ (Club / Superlover / Siege Remixes) ~ Milk & Sugar ~ Milk & Sugar Recordings ~ 19
THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 20 GALLEON UPFRONT AFRO/LATIN/CARIBBEAN BUZZ CHART DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 1
SUMMER BODY ~ The-Dream ~ XXX ~ 2
VOODOO SONG / MI GENTE ~ J. Balvin & Willy William ~ Polydor ~ 3
BABY I WON'T ~ Danny Ocean ~ Warner ~ 4
UNFORGETABLE ~ (Original / Major Lazer Remix) ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 5
NEW RULES ~ Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 6
SKRT ON ME ~ Calvin Harris ft Nicki Minaj ~ Columbia ~ 7
ALL FOR LOVE ~ Wizkid ~ XXX ~ 8
FINE GIRL ~ Wale ~ XXX ~ 9
PARTICULA ~ Major Lazer ~ XXX ~ 10
I'M A FAN ~ Pia Mia ft Jerimih ~ XXX ~ 11
DESPACITO ~ (Remix / Major Lazer & Moska Remix) ~ Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yanky ft Justin Bieber ~ XXX ~ 12
MY LOVE ~ Wale ft Major Lazer, Wizkid & Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 13
COME CLOSER ~ Wizkid ft Drake ~ XXX ~ 14
THIS KIND LOVE ~ Patoranking ~ XXX ~ 15
FINE WINE ~ Yxng Bane ft Kojo Funds ~ XXX ~ 16
DID YOU SEE (Remix) ~ J Hus ~ XXX ~ 17
SLIDE (dEVOLVE Remix) ~ Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 18
TELL ME ~ AXSHN ~ XXX ~ 19
SEND FOR ME ~ A.M. SNiPER ~ XXX ~ 20
GALLEON UPFRONT URBAN BUZZ CHART BRING DEM THINGS ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 1
WILD THOUGHTS ~ DJ Khaled ft Rihanna & Bryson Tiller ~ XXX ~ 2
XO TOUR LLIF3 (Original / DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Lil Uzi Vert ~ XXX ~ 3
UNFORGETABLE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 4
PIE ~ Future ~ XXX ~ 5
DON'T QUIT ~ DJ Khaled ft Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 6
DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 7
BAM ~ Jay-Z ~ XXX ~ 8
STRIP THAT DOWN ~ Liam Payne ~ XXX ~ 9
FELA KUTI ~ Wyclef Jean ~ XXX ~ 10
HUMBLE. ~ Kendrick Lamar ~ XXX ~ 11
REDBONE ~ (DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Childish Gambino ~ XXX ~ 12
A LIE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 13
MOVE TO L.A. ~ Tyga ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 14
WAY BACK ~ Travis Scott ~ XXX ~ 15
WHATEVER YOU NEED ~ Meek Mill ~ XXX ~ 16
I SPY ~ Kyle ft Lil Yachty ~ XXX ~ 17
LORD FINESSE ~ Fontzerelli ~ XXX ~ 18
WOMAN ~ Kesha ft The Dap-Kings Horns ~ XXX ~ 19
LOVE U BETTER ~ Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 20 Thank you all you guys who check in here each week - your support means everything! Cheers,
Mitch (GALLEON)  

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GALLEON

 

New Ozclubbers Features (26th July 2017)

Hi everyone, I've been hard at it again over the past few months, enhancing the experience and making the site run smoother and faster.  In that process, i've added a few new things. Events and Venues When adding an event, you now have the option of selecting from a list of existing venues, or adding a new one.  When you add a new one, you need to provide the location (address, suburb/city, state) and it will become available to everyone else on the community, which means adding events becomes so much quicker!  Once you've added a venue, anyone can then search for other events at that venue! Clubs If you are a venue owner or event promoter, you can now create a discussion space for your event / venue by going to https://ozclubbers.com.au/clubs/. This can be a public, open, closed, or private discussion space, and you have complete control over the discussions.  When you create a Club, you'll be asked for the location of your venue or event, and people can then browse for your club on a map. Reactions Once upon a time, there were likes.  Now, we have Reactions!  Reactions are similar to the ones you see on Facebook.  There's the normal Like, then there's a Thanks, Haha, and a few others.  Look for the little heart icon and thats where you can react to posts! Viewing the Forums There's now the option to change the way you view the forums.  At the top right of the forums list, you can select one of three different methods for viewing the forums. Completing your profile When you log in, you will be asked to complete your profile if it isn't completed.  The required fields will be asked first, and then any optional questions after (such as your preferred music genre). Update to the interface I've tweaked the interface a little now to make it load quicker and seem a bit easier on the eye.  There's a few more tweaks to come yet too which will make it even quicker. Quoting to Facebook You can now highlight pieces of text and a little "Share Quote" option appears, which allows you to share that specific quote to Facebook   Thats about it for now.  Thanks again for being part of our community, and if you like what we are doing, please share it around! Cheers Adam Madd  

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GALLEON UPFRONT CHARTS W.C. 26 July 2017

BoogieKnights DANCEFLOOR REACTION / ARIA CLUB TOP 20     THE PLAN ~ (BoogieKnights Re-Fix) ~ Skorpio ~ Yes Yes ~ 1
LITTLE DANCE ~ (Sunshine / Yasumo Mix) ~ GT & Wildfire ~ Be Rich ~ 2
FEEL IT IN YOUR SOUL ~ BoogieKnights ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 3
THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 4
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 5
ADDRESS ~ (BoogieKnights Electrofunk Re-Fix) ~ Diamond Lights ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 6
KITTY KAT ~ (Knights Of The Round Label Re-Think) ~ Tonky ft Imagine This ~ Velcro ~ 7
MOVIN' ~ Mr Night  ~ Glasgow Underground ~ 8
SUMMERTIME ~ (Club / Superlover / Siege Remixes) ~ Milk & Sugar ~ Milk & Sugar Recordings ~ 9
DEVIL IN ME ~ Purple Disco Machine ft Joe Killington & Duane Harden ~ Sweat It Out ~ 10
INTOXICATED ~ Eduardo Muchacho ~ Of Leisure ~ 11
LOVING LIFE ~ (Franky Rizardo Remix) ~ Rationale ~ Warner ~ 12
NO LOVE HIGH ENOUGH ~ (ATFC Remix) ~ Warboy, Ruth Brown ~ Quantize Recordings ~ 13
LOVE WILL SAVE THE DAY ~ (Original Mix / Funkerman Extended Remix) ~ Nicola Fasano & Miami Rockets Ft. Andrea Love ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 14
CAHUNAS ~ Popcorn Poppers ~ PornoStar Records ~ 15
THE DRUMS (DIN DAA DAA) ~ (Dennis Cruz / Latmun / Friend Within Mix) ~ Claptone ~ Pias ~ 16
SHINY DISCO BALLS ~ (Murph & Petch Remix) ~ Vandalism ~ Vicious ~ 17
WATERMAN 2017 ~ Olav Basoski ft Spyder ~ Spinnin' Deep ~ 18
SUN COMES UP ~ (Offaiah Extended Club Remix) ~ Rudimental ft. James Arthur ~ Warner ~ 19
TOUCH ME ~ (Throttle Remix) ~ Starley ~ Central ~ 20
GALLEON NY/MANHATTAN COLLECTIVE UPFRONT HOUSE BUZZ CHART THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 1
THAT VIBE ~ David Penn ~ Urbana Recordings ~ 2
KEEP ON ROCKIN IT ~ Luca Debonaire ~ Rawtone Black ~ 3
STAY HUNGRY ~ Colour Castle & Doorly ~ Reptile Disfunction ~ 4
MUST BE THE MUSIC ~ (The Original Disco Mix) ~ Joey Negro ~ Z Records ~ 5
THE HEAD HONCHO ~ (Workout) ~ ATFC, Capitol A ~ ATFC Music ~ 6
IT'S SET TO GROOVE ~ (Uptown Mix) ~ Full Intention ~ Full Intention Records ~ 7
MOVIN' ~ Mr Night ~ Glasgow Underground ~ 8
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 9
BACK AGAIN ~ Tiptoes ~ Guesthouse ~ 10
TAKIN' OVER ~ Illyus & Barrientos ~ DFTD ~ 11
DIN DAA DAA ~ DJ James Ingram ~ XXX ~ 12
HULK ~ (CamelPhat 2017 Refix) ~ DJ Wady & Patrick M ~ CR2 ~ 13
SHAKE IT ~ Jordan Brando ~ Jump To This ~ 14
LITTLE DANCE ~ (Sunshine / Yasumo Mix) ~ GT & Wildfire ~ Be Rich ~ 15
INTOXICATED ~ Eduardo Muchacho ~ Of Leisure ~ 16
THROWING STONES ~ (Huxley / Jamie Paton / Mickey Remixes) ~ Freeform Five & Ali Love ~ White ~ 17
WINDOW SEAT ~ (TCTS Mixes) ~ Fuse ODG ~ Off Da Ground ~ 18
SUMMERTIME ~ (Club / Superlover / Siege Remixes) ~ Milk & Sugar ~ Milk & Sugar Recordings ~ 19
SLIGHTLY ~ Dodi Palese ~ Whatever Not ~ 20
GALLEON UPFRONT AFRO/LATIN/CARIBBEAN BUZZ CHART DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 1
SUMMER BODY ~ The-Dream ~ XXX ~ 2
VOODOO SONG / MI GENTE ~ J. Balvin & Willy William ~ Polydor ~ 3
BABY I WON'T ~ Danny Ocean ~ Warner ~ 4
UNFORGETABLE ~ (Original / Major Lazer Remix) ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 5
NEW RULES ~ Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 6
SKRT ON ME ~ Calvin Harris ft Nicki Minaj ~ Columbia ~ 7
ALL FOR LOVE ~ Wizkid ~ XXX ~ 8
FINE GIRL ~ Wale ~ XXX ~ 9
PARTICULA ~ Major Lazer ~ XXX ~ 10
I'M A FAN ~ Pia Mia ft Jerimih ~ XXX ~ 11
DESPACITO ~ (Remix / Major Lazer & Moska Remix) ~ Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yanky ft Justin Bieber ~ XXX ~ 12
MY LOVE ~ Wale ft Major Lazer, Wizkid & Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 13
COME CLOSER ~ Wizkid ft Drake ~ XXX ~ 14
THIS KIND LOVE ~ Patoranking ~ XXX ~ 15
FINE WINE ~ Yxng Bane ft Kojo Funds ~ XXX ~ 16
DID YOU SEE (Remix) ~ J Hus ~ XXX ~ 17
SLIDE (dEVOLVE Remix) ~ Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 18
TELL ME ~ AXSHN ~ XXX ~ 19
SEND FOR ME ~ A.M. SNiPER ~ XXX ~ 20
GALLEON UPFRONT URBAN BUZZ CHART BRING DEM THINGS ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 1
WILD THOUGHTS ~ DJ Khaled ft Rihanna & Bryson Tiller ~ XXX ~ 2
XO TOUR LLIF3 (Original / DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Lil Uzi Vert ~ XXX ~ 3
UNFORGETABLE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 4
PIE ~ Future ~ XXX ~ 5
DON'T QUIT ~ DJ Khaled ft Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 6
DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 7
BAM ~ Jay-Z ~ XXX ~ 8
STRIP THAT DOWN ~ Liam Payne ~ XXX ~ 9
FELA KUTI ~ Wyclef Jean ~ XXX ~ 10
HUMBLE. ~ Kendrick Lamar ~ XXX ~ 11
REDBONE ~ (DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Childish Gambino ~ XXX ~ 12
A LIE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 13
MOVE TO L.A. ~ Tyga ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 14
WAY BACK ~ Travis Scott ~ XXX ~ 15
WHATEVER YOU NEED ~ Meek Mill ~ XXX ~ 16
I SPY ~ Kyle ft Lil Yachty ~ XXX ~ 17
LORD FINESSE ~ Fontzerelli ~ XXX ~ 18
WOMAN ~ Kesha ft The Dap-Kings Horns ~ XXX ~ 19
LOVE U BETTER ~ Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 20     BoogieKnights DANCEFLOOR REACTION / ARIA CLUB TOP 20     THE PLAN ~ (BoogieKnights Re-Fix) ~ Skorpio ~ Yes Yes ~ 1
LITTLE DANCE ~ (Sunshine / Yasumo Mix) ~ GT & Wildfire ~ Be Rich ~ 2
FEEL IT IN YOUR SOUL ~ BoogieKnights ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 3
THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 4
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 5
ADDRESS ~ (BoogieKnights Electrofunk Re-Fix) ~ Diamond Lights ~ Yes Yes Records ~ 6
KITTY KAT ~ (Knights Of The Round Label Re-Think) ~ Tonky ft Imagine This ~ Velcro ~ 7
MOVIN' ~ Mr Night  ~ Glasgow Underground ~ 8
SUMMERTIME ~ (Club / Superlover / Siege Remixes) ~ Milk & Sugar ~ Milk & Sugar Recordings ~ 9
DEVIL IN ME ~ Purple Disco Machine ft Joe Killington & Duane Harden ~ Sweat It Out ~ 10
INTOXICATED ~ Eduardo Muchacho ~ Of Leisure ~ 11
LOVING LIFE ~ (Franky Rizardo Remix) ~ Rationale ~ Warner ~ 12
NO LOVE HIGH ENOUGH ~ (ATFC Remix) ~ Warboy, Ruth Brown ~ Quantize Recordings ~ 13
LOVE WILL SAVE THE DAY ~ (Original Mix / Funkerman Extended Remix) ~ Nicola Fasano & Miami Rockets Ft. Andrea Love ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 14
CAHUNAS ~ Popcorn Poppers ~ PornoStar Records ~ 15
THE DRUMS (DIN DAA DAA) ~ (Dennis Cruz / Latmun / Friend Within Mix) ~ Claptone ~ Pias ~ 16
SHINY DISCO BALLS ~ (Murph & Petch Remix) ~ Vandalism ~ Vicious ~ 17
WATERMAN 2017 ~ Olav Basoski ft Spyder ~ Spinnin' Deep ~ 18
SUN COMES UP ~ (Offaiah Extended Club Remix) ~ Rudimental ft. James Arthur ~ Warner ~ 19
TOUCH ME ~ (Throttle Remix) ~ Starley ~ Central ~ 20
GALLEON NY/MANHATTAN COLLECTIVE UPFRONT HOUSE BUZZ CHART THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY ~ (Tom Bold Extended Remix) ~ Gregory Allen Critchley ~ Flamingo Recordings ~ 1
THAT VIBE ~ David Penn ~ Urbana Recordings ~ 2
KEEP ON ROCKIN IT ~ Luca Debonaire ~ Rawtone Black ~ 3
STAY HUNGRY ~ Colour Castle & Doorly ~ Reptile Disfunction ~ 4
MUST BE THE MUSIC ~ (The Original Disco Mix) ~ Joey Negro ~ Z Records ~ 5
THE HEAD HONCHO ~ (Workout) ~ ATFC, Capitol A ~ ATFC Music ~ 6
IT'S SET TO GROOVE ~ (Uptown Mix) ~ Full Intention ~ Full Intention Records ~ 7
MOVIN' ~ Mr Night ~ Glasgow Underground ~ 8
COLA ~ CamelPhat & Elderbrook ~ Defected ~ 9
BACK AGAIN ~ Tiptoes ~ Guesthouse ~ 10
TAKIN' OVER ~ Illyus & Barrientos ~ DFTD ~ 11
DIN DAA DAA ~ DJ James Ingram ~ XXX ~ 12
HULK ~ (CamelPhat 2017 Refix) ~ DJ Wady & Patrick M ~ CR2 ~ 13
SHAKE IT ~ Jordan Brando ~ Jump To This ~ 14
LITTLE DANCE ~ (Sunshine / Yasumo Mix) ~ GT & Wildfire ~ Be Rich ~ 15
INTOXICATED ~ Eduardo Muchacho ~ Of Leisure ~ 16
THROWING STONES ~ (Huxley / Jamie Paton / Mickey Remixes) ~ Freeform Five & Ali Love ~ White ~ 17
WINDOW SEAT ~ (TCTS Mixes) ~ Fuse ODG ~ Off Da Ground ~ 18
SUMMERTIME ~ (Club / Superlover / Siege Remixes) ~ Milk & Sugar ~ Milk & Sugar Recordings ~ 19
SLIGHTLY ~ Dodi Palese ~ Whatever Not ~ 20
GALLEON UPFRONT AFRO/LATIN/CARIBBEAN BUZZ CHART DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 1
SUMMER BODY ~ The-Dream ~ XXX ~ 2
VOODOO SONG / MI GENTE ~ J. Balvin & Willy William ~ Polydor ~ 3
BABY I WON'T ~ Danny Ocean ~ Warner ~ 4
UNFORGETABLE ~ (Original / Major Lazer Remix) ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 5
NEW RULES ~ Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 6
SKRT ON ME ~ Calvin Harris ft Nicki Minaj ~ Columbia ~ 7
ALL FOR LOVE ~ Wizkid ~ XXX ~ 8
FINE GIRL ~ Wale ~ XXX ~ 9
PARTICULA ~ Major Lazer ~ XXX ~ 10
I'M A FAN ~ Pia Mia ft Jerimih ~ XXX ~ 11
DESPACITO ~ (Remix / Major Lazer & Moska Remix) ~ Luis Fonsi & Daddy Yanky ft Justin Bieber ~ XXX ~ 12
MY LOVE ~ Wale ft Major Lazer, Wizkid & Dua Lipa ~ XXX ~ 13
COME CLOSER ~ Wizkid ft Drake ~ XXX ~ 14
THIS KIND LOVE ~ Patoranking ~ XXX ~ 15
FINE WINE ~ Yxng Bane ft Kojo Funds ~ XXX ~ 16
DID YOU SEE (Remix) ~ J Hus ~ XXX ~ 17
SLIDE (dEVOLVE Remix) ~ Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 18
TELL ME ~ AXSHN ~ XXX ~ 19
SEND FOR ME ~ A.M. SNiPER ~ XXX ~ 20
GALLEON UPFRONT URBAN BUZZ CHART BRING DEM THINGS ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 1
WILD THOUGHTS ~ DJ Khaled ft Rihanna & Bryson Tiller ~ XXX ~ 2
XO TOUR LLIF3 (Original / DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Lil Uzi Vert ~ XXX ~ 3
UNFORGETABLE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 4
PIE ~ Future ~ XXX ~ 5
DON'T QUIT ~ DJ Khaled ft Calvin Harris ~ XXX ~ 6
DIRTY WINE ~ Wizkid ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 7
BAM ~ Jay-Z ~ XXX ~ 8
STRIP THAT DOWN ~ Liam Payne ~ XXX ~ 9
FELA KUTI ~ Wyclef Jean ~ XXX ~ 10
HUMBLE. ~ Kendrick Lamar ~ XXX ~ 11
REDBONE ~ (DJ Mustard Remix) ~ Childish Gambino ~ XXX ~ 12
A LIE ~ French Montana ~ XXX ~ 13
MOVE TO L.A. ~ Tyga ft Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 14
WAY BACK ~ Travis Scott ~ XXX ~ 15
WHATEVER YOU NEED ~ Meek Mill ~ XXX ~ 16
I SPY ~ Kyle ft Lil Yachty ~ XXX ~ 17
LORD FINESSE ~ Fontzerelli ~ XXX ~ 18
WOMAN ~ Kesha ft The Dap-Kings Horns ~ XXX ~ 19
LOVE U BETTER ~ Ty Dolla $ign ~ XXX ~ 20    

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57. Might chemically labotomise . . .

IN COMFORTABLE silence we sat for the first few puffs before John mused, "Not long to go now." "Mmm," I answered, enjoying the hazy blanket descending from the outside in. A pause. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yeah man, I have too." "But you know, you are, well, kind of useless right?" I wasn't offended. John's words were voiced with affection and a fair amount of prior experience. "I like to think of myself as endearingly useless bro." "That's still useless. Do you really think you can pull this off?" "No, not really.” The spliff savoured. Passed back. “But it’s sure going to be a trip finding out." John leaned back, looked up and laughed. "Well I guess it's good that you've stopped this straight edge bollocks then. You know, before it felt as if you hung out with us because you had too. Now it feels like you want too." John still thought my travels might chemically lobotomise; but at least now I should have some fun along the way.   * * * *   SO OKAY, I wasn't some electronic prophet destined to lead a straight edge revolution. People of all ages weren't going to flood the dance scene for the good of their health due to my example. I was an ageing hedonist heading for one final blowout and all things were back on the table. I had no idea what the next few months held, what they would mean. I hoped meaning would be found. I was searching for secrets and mysteries and magic - for an end worthy of the name. And I was scared shitless. And it was going to be great . . . I hoped.   * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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56. It sucked the fat one - hard.

SO MY delirium went, on that black sand beach, for the first week or two. Then I grew bored. So very, very bored. And not long after I did my first festival straight: Splore, an hour outside Auckland. It is not recorded in these pages because, and I have to be honest here, it sucked the fat one - hard. While all my friends charged around, while John learnt how to dance to Drum and Bass and Sarah got sunburnt and the whole of Splore shuddered and jumped, I was in my tent early, wiped out. Water, good times and the contact high weren't nearly as energising as I'd hoped. To tell the truth It felt as if I slogged through a damped-down monochrome whilst all my friends soared in glorious HD and this worked on me after. But I was a Rottweiler with his favourite toy, I growled and I held on. I feared for the meaning of my travels otherwise. For the terminus they harboured. In all I straight edged for fourteen weeks. Looking back now I see it was inevitable I would crack and just as inevitable it would be at John's house. John was a good friend, unempathetic, sure, but a man of moderation I much admired. Wildly successful in business, a salesman extraordinaire and yet electronica enthusiast and rager also, John had seen me go through many self-improvement schemes over the years. Let me correct that. John had seen me start many self-improvement schemes over the years. Because they always ended in a swift crash, the wheels of the wagon breaking, the bodies and aspirations flying. More often than not John sabotaged the wagon himself, waiting until my back was turned to snap a few spokes - not out of malice or spite, but because he knew my soul wasn't serious. That night, at his house, two weeks before boarding my first plane, sitting outside, his pack of cigarettes lying provocative between us, John rolling one of his perfect double-skinner spliffs - for me, that is, unless you want to partake? - it all reached a final point of saturation, the weakness and the desire. My constant companions I could no longer dissolve. They'd been on the swell for months, feeding off every close-fought fight, augmented, like being struck in the same knot of muscle, continually, the ache deeper with every blow. And I felt compressed, ever more oppressed by the pressure, self-applied. It lay across all my vistas like a pyroclastic cloud. And the remembrance of Splore lingered. And it occurred to me I’d become so fixated on the outcome I’d forgotten about the experience. And I really, really, really wanted a durry. So. When the harpies come to tear off the roof, why sometimes it was better to open the front door. I crumpled, a paper pillar. I strapped on a gold watch and marched straight edge Izz off into retirement. I had a few beers, had a few cigs, and later we enjoyed the spliff as John had always known we would. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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55. A lifer, forever and ever.

AFTER GINNY'S house sold I rented a batch at Piha beach to prepare. I lived there with my German girlfriend, Brigitte, from February to May. There was no TV. While Brigitte went to work at a local cafe, I spent my days on a steady diet of self help and meditation. I wrote glowing mission statements and felt extremely pleased with myself. At sunset I took long walks along the black sand beach heading for Lion Rock with the damp sand squeezing between my toes and the surf pounding and the pastel clouds painting the horizon. At times like these, I could breathe, dream. Not anxious or being anxious about being anxious, just silly sundowny dreamy of my coming-this-summer bestseller and the spark that would catch and grow and grow into the inevitable chain of straight edge dance clubs called Uplift. Configurable, each week they would be a different lay-out, break-down and move around, and the dance floor level, the bubble balanced, and springy, maybe grass, perfect for knees, and the clubs wired and world-wide, sister cities, sound, screens, and you could lose your shit next to Uplifters in Rio and Rome, Cairo and Cape Town, and a DJ could shred across three continents, three time zones, and the clubs would open in the day, have retractable roofs, sunlight pouring in, sometimes rain, just for a change, and people would come and dance like doing a fitness class, no alcohol or drugs, but the system massive, the tunes phat, this was about cardio, heart rate, not about getting high, and the bouncers - not bouncers . . . enablers, defenders? Champions! Large but friendly, no Homus Erectus, and the dress code relaxed, shoes not a problem, nor the ratio of hot women, nor your age, and you could reserve time, the floor uncrowded, and all the retired clubbers coming out, creaking, because they'd never stopped loving dance, and the mainstream masses also, would spy the lighthouse on the hill, finally get a clue, and oh these clubs would be glorious, and there would be Uplift festivals, too, and all of it backed by a maverick billionaire, Branson perhaps, and I would be the progenitor and I would be a revered elder and I would stay in the scene surrounded by a cortege of sexy and accomplished woman, a lifer, forever and ever. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *  

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54. Izzy Mark 2.

BUT I was also other things. I was the after-image I glimpsed in my friends’ affection. I was intelligent, articulate, charming, positive, stately, spiritual. A unique and beautiful snowflake. And beneath the seethe these qualities lurked, waiting for me to stop paying attention. And I was ambitious. And I was amorous. And I knew I was destined for great things. I’d been promised. We all had. And this was my shot. And it was going to define me, you understand? It was a fucking definition. And for this reason, these qualities - maybe also to better grip - I began to think grander as the weeks passed. I decided my travels had to be about more than just festivals. I decided they had to be about self renewal as well. That from them I should emerge repaired, enhanced, a six million dollar man - gentlemen we can rebuild him, we have the technology - faster, stronger, bionic, moving with a satisfying dbo-o-oo-i-i-n-ng sound. An Izzy Mark 2. I was a phoenix, and I would rise. With an X cut across my chest and my fists raised in protest, I would join my straight edge brethren and eschew the evil opiates of the modern world. Not for me any longer nicotine and caffeine and sugar and pot and TV and recreational drugs - all must go. (But not meat. Meat was tasty. Meat was good.) I had four months to detox before hitting the northern summer and its festivals high on life, able to dance all night on water, good vibes and the contact high. I would be a shining example to all. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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53. One gigantic, manic episode.

AT THE time of first plan I'd hoped my travels would rally my far-flung friends -  if I book the festivals, they will come - that it would be our last charge together. That I could trail along in their wake, as I had done so many times before, and together we'd forge an end worthy of all the dance scene had meant to us. But they were too far gone. Only three responded and only two of those were definite: one for the first festival, one for the last. In-between, I was on my own. Now spending a summer travelling the world's largest dance festivals was one thing, but travelling to them on your own when you were as unsocial as I was? Jeeeez. Which brought me to my third point. I was not naturally built for travel. I had no sense of direction - in fact, I was directionally damaged. I got lost in car-parks. I got lost going to places I had been to a dozen times before. I did better if I went in the opposite direction to my gut instinct. And to me landmarks were mythical things, the whole world a blur of slightly different (but mostly the same) asphalt, buildings and trees. This fault resided in the same part of my brain that dealt with languages and facial recognition, for I was also atrocious at both. Over the years I'd terrorised many a stranger with random twitchy-cheeked conversation only to discover they were not who I thought they were. A problem which would be okay overseas, I supposed, given I wouldn't be able to make myself understood in most of the countries anyway. You see then why I had my doubts. I would like to say in the face of them my fortitude kept me strong as my planning advanced, but that would be a lie. I could cut and run with the best of them. Better than most. However my foresight (oversight?) of chucking my job and booking a score of long-haul, non-refundable flights before I knew if any of my mates were going motivated far more. Like it or not I had locked myself into a summer of travelling the world's largest festivals as a comfort-and-convenience-loving, ambivalently-social, directionally-and-facially-challenged man, who was known as being a bit useless, verged on being too old, was poor at languages, had limited travel experience, and now no mates. And the only thing I could be sure of was that everyone else I encountered along the way would be there with their crew, because, well, who the hell went to a multi-day, open-air electronica festival on their own? Hmmm, maybe Mum was right and I was in the middle of one gigantic, manic episode. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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52. What f*cking idiot left you in charge?

BUT YET there I was. There I was, with no practice, no acclimation, no training at all, about to embark on the veritable master's degree in living beyond, and which, at the very least, at the very low-end of self-sufficiency and resourcefulness, could involve opening tinned fruit at some stage for sustenance. Before I set out I'd only been to festivals in New Zealand, the largest The Gathering with its fourteen thousand people over three days. But now, looming on the horizon, was one that promised a hundred thousand, another forty, a third twenty. Two of them lasted seven days, one of them involved 'survival camping', and all of them were strung back to back across different countries - most where I didn't speak the language - sometimes different continents, and in wildly varying terrain of deserts, lakes and wilderness rivers, not to mention a fortress and an abandoned Russian airfield. This was so far beyond my comfort zone, it skipped the uncomfortable zone and landed squarely in what-fucking-idiot-left-you-in-charge zone. Which brought me to my second point. I was not a very social person. That may surprise given the smolderingly-handsome, wind-flick-through-my-(metaphorical)-hair, devil-may-care, light-up-a-room-but-keep-a-sensitive-journal persona my exploits conjure. But in truth I was an ordinary, introverted, somewhat anxious, kind of aspergery, and horribly self-conscious guy the dance scene just happened to bring the best out of. The type of guy who groaned out loud at the memory of something embarrassing that had happened to him years before, who struggled to maintain eye contact and whose cheeks did this weird twitchy thing whenever he tried to hold a smile for too long. Left to my own devices, I tended far more towards being a recluse - happy to read, meditate, ruminate, dream - than being out in the world making things happen and meeting people. Frankly, people oppress me. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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51. Physical ease and relaxation.

CHAPTER 8. With myself, it was different again. In many ways I was the most unlikely of souls to undertake such a journey and I was plagued by doubt. They would seep out of the globe at night and surround me, encase me and shake me until I flew about like snow. What was I doing? I asked myself this more times than I care to remember. This was crazy. Who took a year off to go on a festival bender? To write a book? Well, I knew the answer. It was the type of person who liked to holiday in remote sweaty regions with poor toilet facilities; who enjoyed eating mysterious and membraney-stuffed food smacking their lips while they did so; the type of person who poked dangerous animals with short sticks just for the joy of reaction - that's who. And that wasn’t me. I didn't need titillation. Sometimes my life felt like a litany of cool and sexy things I'd never tried. Hey Izz, want to try rock climbing? - don't like heights. Hey Izz, what to go surfing? - can't tread water. Hey Izz, what about sky diving? - nope. Tandem sky diving? - and get strapped to another dude? Pleeease. And so it goes. And you know what? I'd made my peace with being unadventurous. I was good with it. You see, I liked my comfort zone. Let me rephrase, I loved my comfort zone. I mean who didn't like to be comfortable, really? Its very definition was physical ease and relaxation. And let us not forget, also, that I was an apple not far fallen, a trusting and loving consumer of mass-production, of convenience, with no real skills, who'd long since known that should the apocalypse come, should solar flares strike and humanity go tumbling back into the Dark Ages, I would be among the first to die, from starvation, a dented tin of peaches in one hand, and the rock in which I tried to open it the other. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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50. See Izzy Dance. Dance, Izzy, dance.

WITH MY friends, it was a different conversation: ME - I've quit my job. FRIEND - Fek, really? ME - Yeah. I’m taking the year off. Crazy, ay? FRIEND - Crazy. FRIEND - So what are you going to do? Travel? ME - Sort of. I'm going to hit festivals. FRIEND - Festivals? ME - Well, more of a dance festival tour, really. FRIEND - A dance festival tour . . . ME - I have six planned in six countries. [Dumbfounded silence] ME - I'll spend the northern summer doing it. [Dumbfounded silence] ME - Maybe write a book about it. [Dumbfounded silence] ME - So, which one are you coming with me too? [Dumbfounded silence] ME - I’ll make you famous. John, face impassive as he listened to all this, said, "Buddy, if you're going to spend a summer partying your arse off around the world, the only book you're going to write is: See Izzy dance. Dance, Izzy, dance." * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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49. Extraordinary one final time.

BY JANUARY this thinking had coalesced into resolve, resolve into a plan. My mind and heart set. To honour Ginny I would use my share of her inheritance to follow my own dream, while I still could. I would take the rest of the year. I would target three months. One Summer then to travel to all those overseas festivals that had long coloured my friends and I's wistful talk, that like wind-caught pennants had long snapped in our imaginations, fierce and proud. The northern hemisphere's Summer Festivals: those Himalayas of the dance scene world: bivouacked: open-air: multi-day: many staged: thousands thronged: still underground: still free from the taint. I would chase my own dream, write my own ending, close my own chapter. I would be extraordinary one final time. As the plan became real, I shared it first with my family. I told them I was travelling to festivals to write a book, but I had no idea if I could do such a thing. If such a book would be at best boring, at worst incoherent. I kept these doubts to myself. I pushed them back and down with all the others and stored them in a little globe. When no-one was around I would bring the globe out and shake it and see them fly about like snow. What did it matter anyway? Anywhere but here, that was my creed. With surprising equanimity my family accepted. That is they didn’t react. They believed. They supported. They helped. Perhaps they understood it was a way for me to work through my grief. Perhaps they were numb to my deranged schemes by now - not for nothing, after all, did my mother call me up one day to say, “Hi Izzy. You well? You eating your vegies? Good. Good. Listen, I think you might be Bipolar.” (I'm not, by the way, just a dreamer of great dreams . . . with little follow through.) In any event, they didn’t try and talk dissaude me. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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48. The real story of electronica.

AND I dreamed. Oh I dreamed of the ephemeral magic of dance festivals gone by, blowing up in my memory like supernovas. How I’d always been fascinated, ever since my earliest days when on film I tried to capture - I don’t know, something - in the rain and the mud of The Gathering. How I'd never been able to get to their essence when evangelising to the trapped or the prearranged, but knowing there was more, always more. A goodness in festivals, redemption and transformation; secrets and mysteries and magic that brought out the very best in human kindness, kinship and beauty. How there was culture, community, a whole conversation going on. A movement on the march, had been since the eighties, multigenerational, thriving, and was more, always more than the mainstream caricatures: the overdoses, the drug-ee jokes, the scenesters, the posers, the superstar DJs, the dimly beautiful, the snatched footage of spangled kids, neon-lit, the hippies cavorting as hippies do. And how this diminution and condescension had always rankled from a world where you could now rise and rise based on the rise itself, and depth and discourse had crushed to five second sound bites with 140 characters coming that year. A world gripped by a nameless dread, in need of new models of being. And how I had always understood it, also. Understood that the secrets and magic and mysteries defied comprehension unless immersed, perhaps would defy documentation too, but which still I yearned to live, capture and record. I felt, as I had always felt, the story, the real story of electronica, of its festivals and of the voyagers who go, was out there, waiting to be told. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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47. Some sort of brute then,

LONG WEEKS passed. We put Ginny's affairs in order. Her house went on the market and I moved in to mourn on my own. I was angry and bitter, full of sadness and pain. Or maybe none of those things. Maybe, a holed, flawed instrument, I felt nothing at all. I didn’t know. It was both, and it was neither. However a great rending had occurred. I knew that. Felt that. The seams of The Contract had ripped, the groaning innards, and spilling through was not meaning, not promise, not hope, but insipidity. It coated my skin. A sickening stench. Christmas came. I moved through it an amputee. But there was smiling and laughter, also, all slick and slippery on the surface. I smiled, laughed, I’m sure. Some sort of brute then, I was callous, cruel, and life laid flayed bare and meaningless, and I began to sift. My last conversation with Ginny haunted. It was never far from my mind. Her unfinished design. The close of one chapter in her life, the beginning of the next. Both unwritten now. I thought about the passage of time and of loved things lost, and if, as Dylan Thomas once wrote, I would go gentle into that good night, or rage against the dying of the light. I thought about not getting to say goodbye, of when I had been happiest, most passionate, of how I could live - truly live - before it was too late to do so. For mine was an epic saga, I’d known since I was young. I thought of running away. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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46. Down in the river to pray.

GINNY’S LEGACY was more than just her insurance policy and her love for her family. For her colleagues and friends it was memories of her wit and giving nature, her pursuit of perfection and her skill at organising fabulous office parties, and as I stood by her coffin and not the pulpit on a sour spring day because somehow it felt better, as first I looked down to my hands and knew I wouldn't be able to control them, their tremors, no matter how hard I crumpled the paper, and the wood cool against my leg, and my hired suit pants coarse, as I breathed once and looked up and saw my three sisters - no longer four but three - crying, and my mother, and my father, beyond was light, all light, and a church crowded with people. And then it happened. And I began to speak.   AFTER I helped bear her outside to the strains of an old slave song:   As I went down in the river to pray, Studying about that good old way, And who shall wear the starry crown, Good Lord, show me the way.   O sisters, let's go down, Let's go down, come on down, O sisters, let's go down, Down in the river to pray . . .   As the hearse drove away strangers came to shake my hand. Ginny was gone, and strangers were shaking my hand. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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45. This surreal, tragically misread moment . . .

HE LOOKED like a man who'd just lost his daughter and now didn't know how the world stitched together. But she was already inflight. Now at the side of single-seat sofa, now perched on his armrest, now clasping Dad's head to her ample bosom. "There, there," she cooed, "It will be alright." No, it wouldn’t. Embarrassment scarred Dad's cheeks, offset by the wan light slanting in from the window of Ginny's lounge behind. We children looked on aghast. This was my father, you understand, a man I'd grown up loving and fearing in equal measure. A man who'd hunted for the government, crusading into the wilds of New Zealand for weeks at a time to shoot feral hog and deer with only his catch and bay dogs for company. Sometimes even going mano a pigo with the boars, creeping up on them - I always imagined with his hunting knife clenched between his teeth - to stick them and gut them, and carry the carcass out on his back. A man who'd graduated forestry school and was a logger who felled giant Pinus Radiata and Douglas Fir and always brought home the best Christmas trees, and who one day was carried out of the bush on the blades of a skidder after chainsawing his thigh open to the bone. I always imagined that only happened after he finished felling the tree, one-legged. But an affable man, also. A social man. The type of man who would suffer in silence the indignity of a hug from a heaving stranger - an old 'moo' for moo-cow he would call her later - because she’d come bearing sliver of good, and because it was the civil and mannered procedure. So: one half of my father’s face pressed into folds of jiggly flesh, and red, and we children aghast - and strange as it may sound it was at this moment, this surreal, tragically misread moment, that the scheme first began to shape in my mind. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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44. Unexpected visitors.

CHAPTER 7. After Ginny died we had visitors. It was a day, maybe two. The funeral loomed. A call from her work, the bank. They were very sorry, they didn’t want to intrude, but they had news, would like to send people, would it be okay? Yes, it would be okay. They arrived. He, a typical middle manager, middle-aged in a middle-grey suit, and with the decency to look ill at ease amongst our tragedy’s detritus, the embryonic clean up. She, a spherical woman in florals, with hot-pink-framed glasses worn halfway down her nose. The bank’s councillor. She wept sympathy. They came in, sat down, took coffee, offered condolences. They told us how well liked Ginny was at the bank, how hard it was for everybody there. Should we console? Apologise? Awkward, stilted conversation. One final matter. Ginny’s life insurance. Had we known? Well all bank employees had them, the policies. They handled situations like these; indeed were designed for situations like these. There would be a pay-out. It would be substantial. Ginny, still looking out for us. They got up to go. Were nearly out the door. We were walking them out the door, when this saccharine woman, flushed and stuffed with her very raison d'être - after all, how many deaths could she expect in her career? Three, four? Unless there were external factors, the company's dragon boat sinking, drownings, now that would be something - stopped, turned, and then did the unthinkable. Spying my father in the corner she fluttered one hand above her chest, a sort of fanning without the wind, and said, "I’m sorry, but you're breaking my heart. You look in need of one of my special cuddles." No, he didn't. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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43. The alchemy of cream.

CASSY AND I rambled. Two cats who’d discovered the alchemy of cream, we walked hand in hand not staying anywhere for long or talking much. Other than for her to explain how she wasn't going to sleep with me, which given my current disarray was a rather endearing but woefully erroneous. Close to dawn we worked our way back home, wintry and plunging down and very twisted, when we spied the flicker of a campfire in the distance. The camp of the house-bus-owning hippies. Four of them were out sitting bronzed in the fire's ruddy glow. We stopped and asked if we could get warm, and they welcomed us in, and they made a place for us close to the blaze, and they didn’t ask us to talk; and it was a beacon, that fire, that final morning, of hospitality and community and radiantly it shone, and in to it flew other wet and weary travellers, each arrival welcomed from the darkened buses by a soft tattoo of drums. There was comradeship here, Cassy and I sitting and cuddling, were silent and lost and nobody seeming to mind; the warmth of her body and the shape of her neck, the smell of her hair, all that mattered for me then in that windtorn, predawn jot of space and time. The end of The Gathering. The beginning of everything else. All brimming and bright and stretching long before us.     THE CREW were up and packing when we got back. I was crashing. A zombie, I shambled around in a sort of unhelpful daze. In a fit of pique I did attempt to throw all of my wet clothes away. I declared I would buy all new ones. I was persuaded this really was a rather terrible idea. The camp broken down, those of us who’d come in the taxi-van were distributed to other vehicles, and then, more in a whimper than an exclamation, The Gathering ended. I had a snug spot in Andy's van, warm and dry among the backpacks, and soon drifted to blissful sleep. It lasted all the hours it took to queue and exit and drive back to Nelson. I didn’t get to say goodbye to The Gathering, to the Canaan Downs or the Takaka Hill. I never saw Cassy again. But into the darkness I did carry one relic that morning - Darius’s final words. "Izzy, bro, we just walked past the Trance Zone. You know your couch is still there with people sitting on it?” For some reason this made me hugely, inexplicably, unaccountably, happy. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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42. It was too large.

LATE IN the last hour of the final day a flurry of panic and movement and broken voices. She’s getting agitated! Should we administer the drugs? NO-O! Don’t do it! CALL the Hospice! We love you Ginny. GIVE HER the drugs! We love you -  (no) We love you -  Call the -  She’s calming down - We love you. We love you. We love you . . . We crowded around her. Other than Dad who crouched to one side looking as if some deep foundation within him broke. I grabbed the footstool and sat in front. I was overcome, undone. For the first time in a day Ginny’s eyes were open. One shuddering, aching breath. I was staring into her eyes, letting her see me as she faced the edge of all things. Long pause, no breath. Still the words - we love you - flowing - we love you - surrounding - we love you - Another. Gasping. Final. Her eyes on me and I was numb, stupefied, terrified, feeling as if I'd awoken on an operating table eviscerated and unable to tell it. I wanted to scream. There was a flare in Ginny's pupils, a flow; she was receding, conceding. I had to get up and take my father's hand, lead him to where I'd sat. She needs to see you before she leaves. But eyes had faded. Were dying. Dead. No more breath. Only a strange sort of lull, one second only of a gasp made loud before a keening wail that engulfed, as my sisters, my mother, who'd been so brave, so strong, finally let go. It flooded the room like water. Water. We were all under water. Is she gone? Amber checking the pulse and nodding; tears streamed down her face. The keening grew loud, large, too large for the room. The emotion was too large for the room, too large for me and I had to leave, to leave, to rush outside and fall to my knees on the deck. It was too large. Great wracking sobs welled from somewhere deep inside. Deep, deep inside. They rattled me as they rose. They threatened to shake me apart. I could not keep them in - it was too large - I sobbed into the night. I had not cried for years, but something was broken. I was broken. I sobbed into the night. Hannah comes. I didn't hear her footsteps but her arms were around me. She who was mostly reserved but was bawling now and telling me we had to do better, be kinder, keep the family traditions. And her arms were strange. And I knew but could not tell her. The traditions were gone. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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41. Five days.

CLOSE TO midnight, Friday, October the 1st. Five days. Ginny was adrift now, her eyes closed, breathing faint and irregular. Earlier in the afternoon the nurse had come to give us drugs, warned us that in the final moments patients could become agitated, try to remove their oxygen tube or rip out their IV. If that happened, the drugs would help keep Ginny calm. We didn't ask what they were. We hoped we wouldn't need them. We took turns sitting beside Ginny and holding her hand, voicing whatever came to mind. Trying to penetrate the mists she was absent in, letting her know we were there, and we loved her. When it was my turn I couldn't help but think on all she had not seen and all I had not said. I tried to communicate my sorrow and my loss. I tried to communicate my love. I felt the faint twitch of her hand in mine. * * * * This blog is a story. Each post picks up from the last.   If you are new, start at the bottom with post 1 and then work your way up.  * * * * Enjoying what you're reading? Please take the time to follow the blog, like and comment. Your support means a lot. Also, sharing is caring.  * * * *

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