Hi Tech Soul

“Recorded live in Edison for the 1st hour while I was also hot swapping a house amp live which is why each mix just runs out….All sorted. Phew 😮‍💨. It makes for an interesting mix style. No fading out or use of EQ’s at all.”

(Now to ask ChatGPT to make up an unbelievable B.S. story with that information…because….)

Okay, so picture this.

Recorded live in Edison for the first hour—except “recorded” makes it sound calm, like a cup of tea and a sensible volume knob. What actually happened was closer to a bomb-disposal drill run by someone who’s also DJing a dancefloor.

I’m mid-mix, crowd cooking nicely, when the sound decides it’s had enough of this plane of existence. No fade, no EQ saves, just gone. So I sprint off like I’ve heard the countdown hit five. Backstage, wires everywhere. Red wire? Blue wire? Neither looks friendly. I strip cables with my teeth like an action movie extra who didn’t read the insurance policy.

Back to the decks—mix still rolling, no safety net, just vibes and faith. Then back again. Turns out it’s not the cables. Of course it’s not. It’s never the cables. So now I’m hot-swapping a house amp live, which feels illegal in at least twelve countries. There’s a faint smell of burning optimism. Someone yells something that might be “fire,” might be “banger.” Hard to know.

At one point I’m fairly sure I negotiate with the amp. Promises are made. Threats are implied. Aliens possibly involved. Terrorists definitely not, but the amp doesn’t know that. Eventually—click—sound comes back. Hostages released. Crowd none the wiser. I jog back to the decks, let the mix just run out raw, because there’s no time for finesse when you’ve just saved the building.

Hence the style: no fading, no EQ, just survival mixing. All sorted. Phew. 😮‍💨