DΞΞK was drawn into a vibrant atmosphere that stuns willing victims into a trance-like state. Whenever he hear the term “happy place,” his mind immediately envisions the ecstatic atmosphere of a rave. Not the kind that is often the bane existence of every neighborhood within a three mile radius, but a never ending musical land filled to the brim of sweaty bodies and pulse-driving tempo.Yet, it is not without structure. Like any other religion, there is a meeting place, a priest, a congregation, and a god of choice: music. He is the wizard that holds the very essence of music at his fingertips and he bestows the holy spirit unto the loyal crowd. His pulpit is his console, where his preaches the good news of peace, love, unity, and respect to all of music’s colorful followers. With the throbbing of the bass to the singing of the melody, the DJ weaves and manipulates sound together, stringing them in concert to form terms that only so very few can understand. The music for itself.
