brrrrr, it’s gettin’ cold out there. The first big storm has come and gone, and we’re left to tunnel through high walls of dirty snow for then next few frigid months. In keeping with this icy and unforgiving atmosphere, fate has dealt me nothing but a series of kicks in the balls lately. Albeit with some slivers of promise. After stepping down to collect myself, my latest project has now moved entirely out of my grasp. It’s hard to come up with an idea you love, watch it get changed and watered down, then see the vultures come in to finish it off. I guess I shouldn’t complain since I was never sure about committing to it in the first place, but I can’t help but feel a sting of resentment as it slips away to be bled completely dry before finally being unceremoniously axed, alone and forgotten. Or perhaps succeeding underground for years to come. (somewhat less likely in my opinion) I guess I have a hard time coping with the feeling that my best shot all but abandoned me, only to keep me hanging on with false hopes and flimsy intentions. It reminds me of when I heard a prominent sound engineer and producer say “all the professional guys in the business wanted to be rock stars at some point.” Maybe I just think (read: whine) too much. I’m certainly an easy target to be labeled as ‘too pessimistic’, but I just can’t stand the lack of accountability people put into performing (well, DJing anyway) around here. Even our city’s “favorite DJ” just shows up and proceeds to blend no more than 16 or so bars of the end of one track into the beginning of another. for five hours straight. And you wonder why I’m disillusioned.

Other ventures continue to saturate the market with promise; the only problem being that the saturation seems to be directly counter-productive to the promise. It’s a sobering moment when you face that constant, nagging suspicion only to have your belief confirmed that the only successful DJs in Madison are the ones that have left Madison. The rest are no more than glorified jukeboxes, with only a trace of individual identity. I just can’t bear to jump on the bowling alley circuit with the rest and trade my drive for creating new and innovative nights for a drive filled with Top 40s and shitty Pop Rap. but that’s just me: stubborn to the end. Truthfully, I may find myself happier when the last doubt has been removed and I can burn it all and bury it as a wasted hobby.

On the bright side, I did manage to turn all this angst into a fun little mix, the first I’ve been happy with since Basketweaver a couple of years ago. heh, there’s a complete 180º for you, eh? I never said I wasn’t bi-polar, so shut it. Anyway, this new one is a product of all the fierce emotion and pent up energy I’ve been sitting on for the last month or so.. It’s an edgy romp through some of my favorite tracks right now and by the end of it, it’s a full on epic release complete with happy ending. I’m even bringing back the old promo art CDs, originally produced for the Flesh Making Circuitry mini-mix, which is now completely out of circulation. Hell, if you have a copy, I’d love one -my back up of my back up went corrupt, and I have no physical copies left.

In the meantime enjoy this new mix and apply volume liberally, it’ll keep you overheating until spring arrives. and that’s a long way off. If you’d like a lossless burned copy with CD tracks and labels etc., send a SASE (that’s self-addressed stamped envelope for you young bloods) to:
CircuitWorks Inc.
P.O. Box 2348
Madison, WI 53701-2438

DJ Foundation - icebreaker 2010

15 tracks | 52:04 | 119MB

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