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| quote: | Cd by Cd breakdown of my debut album By John Askew
CD 1 – The Singles
From the perspective of a DJ who uses CDs as well as vinyl, there is nothing more depressing than being unable to sleep with excitement due to the imminent arrival of a new album from one of your favourite producers only to find that when it does finally grace the shelves of your local music outlet and you rush home to have a thorough afternoons smoking and mixing you find all the tracks are blended together making them unmixable.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Gutted!!!!
I know that feeling so well that I would hate to know that I had caused any fans of my music to endure this sense of utter deflated disappointment.
So I have decided to create a completely DJ friendly cd for all you budding Tiestos out there so that you lovely people can use it in the club, the pub or even as a coaster if you want to – but hopefully not the latter.
CD – 2 - Live as Fucking Fuck
We all know my thoughts on the majority of mix albums that are coming out at the moment. They’re all made on fucking computers! I don’t have a problem with this means of “mixing”, but when the DJ in question puts “mixed by dj x” on the front cover that’s where my difficulties start.
Well you wont get any of that shit here.
When it was decided that I would do a mix CD for the album I immediately said that I wanted to do it live from a club with crowd noise included. I wanted it to be 100% live. If there were mistakes I wanted them left. If the sound went a bit fucked in places I wanted it left that way. I want the people who are at the gig to be able to listen back to a recording of exactly what they heard on the night.
When you listen to a Radio One Essential mix live from Ibiza or wherever and you have the crowd going nuts in the background, it’s just fucking wonderful. And if the dj playing fucks up a mix, then great!! As least you know then that you are listening to a human being, not a fucking computer.
This second cd is a collection of my favourite tracks of the moment, mixed live at my favourite club – The Gallery, Turnmills in London. No edits, no polishing, no bullshit.
Just Live as Fucking Fuck!
CD 3 – MIXED EMOTIONS
A while ago I was trawling through loads of alternative tracks that I had made in the studio and it occurred to me that they would contribute something different to this album if included on a 3rd bonus CD.
For me the whole clubbing/dance music thing is not only about going to clubs or festivals, it’s also about those crazy post club sessions sat in someone’s house talking shit or the huge feelings of depression that Tuesday can sometimes bring after a particularly heavy weekend etc etc.
When you are expected to produce tracks that are exclusively aimed at the dance floor, it is often hard to get the opportunity to make music that reflects or represents other sides to the story. I come from a rock background and when you are in a band and something fucks you off, you can write a tune with a set of lyrics that explicitly express how you feel. But how can you express how much you hate George Bush and his barbaric foreign policy if you are a trance and techno producer?
Putting together an album gave me the opportunity to include this extra CD with a few “alternative” bits on there which are reflections of some of the other highs and lows that I have recently experienced. Mixed Emotions is based on personal experiences of fear, anger, frustration, anxiety, random insanity and good old deranged humour.
Perhaps the highlight of this final cd is the recording I made when I walked into a room full of mates who had been awake for 2 days getting hammered, the conversation was so unhinged yet side splittingly amusing that I thought it would wrong not to sneak a microphone into the equation and record the unhinged banter to share with you. I’m sure it may well offend the less open minded people who might make the mistake of taking what they hear seriously or indeed those of you who have no experience of the joys of talking utter bullshit for hours on end after returning from a big night of clubbing.
“Bill Goes Nuts” is a tribute to those post club sessions where nonsense is king.
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