Judge Jules Diary Report 31st March 2011

Variety is the spice of life and the makings of a very interesting DJ diary. One week in a small town in Wales and the following week in Los Angeles, playing to 25,000 people. That typified the period covered in this instalment.

On Saturday 5th March I was booked to play in Buckley, Wales. Tivoli Night Club is a hidden gem. From the outside it doesn’t fill you with anticipation but inside it’s like a tardis. The club was busy, and as crazy as one would expect of Wales on a Saturday night. When the tunes were over, Pete and I hung around for 10 minutes after my set, having drinks with a few friends before hitting the road for the 240 mile journey back to London. Surprise surprise, I slept like a baby the whole way…

When Judgement Sundays Ibiza is out of season I don’t do a vast amount of Sunday night gigs, especially when they are a long way from London. However, on Sunday 6th March I played a local outing just 10 miles from my house. Gigalum in Clapham is a weekly club night promoted by the same guys behind The Gallery at Ministry Of Sound. Pete and I set off slightly early for the gig so we could hang out with plenty of London-based mates before my set, which was at a relatively early 9.30pm. Annoyingly, the traffic en route was so bad that I barely had any social time before jumping straight behind the decks. On my last visit, promoter Hilton plied me with so many Jager shots that my hangover lasted for days, but on this occasion he was more sympathetic towards my liver. The venue is the size of a small club but its DJ booth isn’t of nightclub proportions, with barely enough room for your record bag. It’s a small price to pay (literally) for such an amazing up-for-it crowd. The place absolutely rocked, and Gigalum has rapidly established itself as a very cool Sunday night hang-out for people in South West London.

Saturday 12th March saw me take an eagerly awaited trip back up to Inverness in Scotland. Direct flights at convenient times on Saturday nights are few and far between from London, due to the lack of business travellers. This meant flying BA direct to Aberdeen and then driving the 100 miles west to Inverness. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of an issue, but on this occasion the weather was absolutely awful. As we came in to land I could see a thick layer of snow on the ground and the de-icing crew in force at Aberdeen International. I was collected and driven on the journey at an average speed of around 30mph due to the falling snow. Whilst it was certainly a scenic drive, passing plenty of distilleries and beautiful countryside, it was also a hairy one. I had planned to have a disco nap before hitting the decks in Inverness, but due to the drive taking over 3 hours, I had just 30 minutes to chill before my set.

The event was held in a small concert-style theatre, housing a Green Room to chill-out with the other DJs. In true rock’n’roll style, a whole generation of artists had signed the wall- I added my scrawl to the collection in thick black marker pen.

Post-set, I was joined on the decks by Activa, and after a quick catch up I headed back to the hotel, slightly perturbed by a horribly early (yet direct) flight back to London a few hours later. Back in London, I raced home to spend the rest of the weekend with my nearest and dearest.

The next day (Mon 14th) it was back to Heathrow, as I headed to Andorra for the Big Snow Festival. Travelling to Andorra involves flying to Barcelona and driving 3 hours north into the Pyrenees. I was joined in the car by fellow Radio 1 DJ Kissy Sell Out, who was also on the bill. The drive takes up to Andorra takes forever, starting with motorway and progressing via A roads onto undulating B roads. Thankfully, having Kissy in the car made the time fly by, as we listened to tracks from his new album and had a catch up about DJ life…

The Big Snow has grown consistently since its inception, and upon arrival the main room was rammed. I had planned to have a little sleep before my set, but instead I hung out backstage to catch Kissy’s set and check out his musical vibe. I was very impressed and immediately suggested that he plays the Funky room at Judgement Sundays Ibiza this summer. A few brief hours later we had a gruelling 8am collection for the journey back to Barcelona, and our separate flights back to London. On arrival at the airport, Kissy’s flight to London City had been cancelled, but thankfully my flight to Heathrow was departing on time, and BA transferred him over. It was great to catch up with Kissy – he’s someone who I respect big-time for carving such a distinctive musical identity and sticking with it.

Wednesday 16th March saw me back at London Heathrow, on this occasion off to Northern Ireland for the eve of St Patrick’s Day. Being the biggest party night in the Irish calendar I was offered 2 gigs at opposite ends of the country, one in Cork and one in Newry, NI. I decided to take the Newry gig as I’d never done a St Patrick’s day gig in Northern Ireland before… It’s a true sign of the times that people throughout NI are now celebrating St Patrick’s Day. In the past, which sectarian side of ‘the divide’ you came from determined whether you celebrated Paddy’s Day or not.

I flew into Belfast, and was driven the 45 minutes to Newry. On arrival at the club I had the option of a bottle of Vodka, but turned it down in favour of a couple of beers. The next morning I had to be up very early to catch a connecting flight to London and onwards to NYC – I couldn’t risk sleeping through my alarm.

A night of very light drinking didn’t temper my enthusiasm whatsoever… DJ Mog was playing beforehand – he’s just finished a track with my wife Amanda called Clouds which is forthcoming on Itunes soon. The event was every bit as boisterous as one would expect on Paddy’s Day.

Straight after my set, I headed back to the hotel for just 2 hours’ sleep before boarding leg 1 of my journey to the United States. I landed into London Heathrow, where I changed terminals and met up with my wife Amanda for our flight to the Big Apple. We arrived in New York we headed to straight to our hotel (The Thompson) in the Lower East Side. As it was still St Patrick’s Day, half of Manhattan’s streets were closed to traffic, making the journey in from Kennedy Airport painfully slow.

The Thompson Lower East Side offers some of the best panoramic views of NYC – one I’d strongly recommend, especially its Asian Fusion restaurant. The following morning I did an interview at Sirius XM Radio HQ in Manhattan. It’s located on the 37th floor of the Rockefeller Center, housing over 20 studios, all with panoramic views. After the live interview and some shopping, we headed back to Newark Airport, where I flew to Montreal and Amanda flew direct to Los Angeles (where I would follow the next day).

On arrival into Montreal, the immigration queue for work visas was about 3 hours long. I was also stuck behind loads of people who were moving to Canada for the first time, with a seemingly huge mound of immigration formalities to go through. Canada is the only Country I visit that requires you to collect your work permit upon arrival into the country. Everywhere else, they’re issued before you get there, in my case from the respective embassy in London. Canada is a very organised country in many other ways, so I really don’t understand why work permits can’t be better planned.

Eventually I got through, and was collected and driven to my hotel. Due to the immigration process taking so long I could only get a couple of hours sleep before my set at 3:30am. This would be pretty much the only sleep I would get that night. The event was well worth the sleep deprivation though – Circus after-hours in Montreal was one of the best gigs I’ve played in Canada, helped in part by the other DJ on the bill- the legend that is Marco V. With no sleep, fifteen minutes after finishing I headed straight back to Montreal airport, from where I flew to Los Angeles via Chicago O’Hare.

Landing into LAX, I collected my bag from the belt and called the driver. He informed me that he was running 15 minutes late, as Los Angeles Marathon was taking place, and loads of roads were closed. As I sat kerbside waiting for him to arrive, an irate-looking fellow passenger came up and told me that I’d mistakenly taken his bag from the belt. Although they looked identical, I travel enough to know better. If the driver hadn’t been late, and I’d been collected unknowingly with the wrong suitcase, it would have been disastrous.

At the W hotel in Hollywood, I met back up with Amanda. We had little time to rest before heading 70 miles east to San Bernardino. Beyond Wonderland is one of the biggest festivals in Southern California, and we were provided with our own (Hollywood Style) Winnebago as a dressing room. It was ideal, as we had plenty of friends who came along to the show. I played in between Simon Patterson and Christopher Lawrence and needless to say the atmosphere in the arena was out of the world. California is one of my favorite places to play on the planet, and this amazing event only solidified my love for the Golden State.

The next day there was no trace of the golden sun in Southern California- they were experiencing the worst weather I’d witnessed there- wind, rain, hail… you name it. With Los Angeles being such an outdoor orientated city, it meant being pretty much confined to our hotel room for the last day. That night we headed to LAX for our return flight to London. The events I played on this trip were mind blowing, and I’m already excited about my next North American visit in just a week’s time!

More about that in the next instalment…


Judge Jules Diary Report 10th March 2011

Valentine’s day is always one of those hot potatoes. Is it flowers, do I take her for dinner, should it be a card, or is the whole darn lot more appropriate?

On February 14th, my wife Amanda and 6-year-old daughter Phoebe had gone on a four day jaunt to Ibiza, meaning that I could head out to DJ without feeling too guilty about being out working on such a significant night.

The gig was at a club I’ve done 3 times already this college year, always packed wall- to-wall with students. Attendance-wise, this occasion was no different at Bournemouth’s V Club, except it had a slightly more romantic twist, billed as their ‘Valentines Ball’.

Playing to a student crowd is something I love, as (for the most part) you’re introducing your sound to a fresh clubbing generation. V Club is my most consistently busy weeknight event and I’m already looking forward to the next instalment. After my set, Pete drove me hastily back to London, and with it being a semi-early weeknight finish, I was in bed before the birds started tweeting.

The next outing was on Saturday 19th, to play Gatecrasher Leeds. We left London during late afternoon and headed straight to my friends John & Rebecca’s house in Pudsey on the outskirts of Leeds. After a few pre-gig drinks (just a cup of tea for Pete) it was time to hit the road, and head over to Gatecrasher. My association with Gatecrasher goes back a long way, and the friends accompanying me had been regulars at the legendary GC In Sheffield when I was resident there around 10 years ago.

I was slightly worried about the event, as a rumour had been circulating around town that the venue had closed, after an incident that had taken place a few weeks earlier. Thankfully the club wasn’t just open, it had a good atmosphere. When you have a lot of friends in town, the only problem is that they all can’t fit in the DJ box. Democratically, we worked a rotation system, and the party continued with plenty of drinks flowing. I really enjoy playing Gatecrasher, and after a few drinks with friends we dropped John & Rebecca home and headed straight back to London.

The next DJ jaunt was on Friday 25th, straight after my Radio 1 show, as we headed west of London to Reading. It was another student event, and with my radio show ending in London at 1am, I had to play a relatively late set once I’d got there. Arriving at quite an advanced hour, the venue had thinned-out a lot, but it was good fun all the same.

The following evening, I departed LHR for Glasgow to play a Scottish double-header, at the Legendary Arches and Mega Bar in Motherwell. The first stop was Motherwell, which is only about 30 miles north west of Glasgow, just edging on its outskirts. Normally I wouldn’t perform at two gigs so close together, but they where both via the same promoter (Simon Foy), who was convinced that one wouldn’t affect the other. The club was packed in Motherwell with a younger and more ‘girly’ crowd than the Arches- this was a good thing, as it allowed me to play a different kind of DJ set at both gigs. Straight afterwards I was raced through to the second gig of the night in Glasgow. It’s rumoured that Inside Out is finishing in April for good. I hope and pray it’s not true, as I’ve had some of the best nights of my DJ career in the place. I’m convinced there are many more years left in it yet…

The following day, I was due to fly straight back to go to the Carling Cup final at Wembley with my young son, and therefore took things very easy on the drinking front. It’s a rare privilege doing a job that can be done (within reason) drink-in-hand. Across two gigs, it was reassuring to note that I enjoyed myself just as much, if not more, when I was relatively sober. After my Inside Out set I left the club with a big smile on my face, and the blessing of no hangover on Sunday morning…

The final gig covered by this report was to Sligo in Ireland on Thursday 3rd March. Due to Sligo not having many convenient flight options, I flew into Dublin (200 kms away) with Aer Lingus. The drive was scheduled at two and a half hours, and I checked the road route on my I-phone GPS on arrival. The driver collecting me seemed to know where we were going, but my I-phone revealed that we were heading in completely the wrong direction. What does one do in this situation? Even though I’m half Irish, I was reluctant to tell someone I’d never met before that we were going totally the wrong way. Eventually the driver clicked, and after 40kms of driving south, we re-orientated ourselves north west- the correct direction.

I’d only played in Sligo once before, years earlier, so didn’t know what to expect. I was in for a treat- absolutely packed, with a kicking atmosphere. We arrived a bit late for my set but thanks to the club owners I carried on playing overtime til 3am. After the gig I stayed over in a local hotel, as there was a morning return flight from Knock (Ireland West Coast) Airport, which was much closer than Dublin. For the rest of Friday I made sweet music in the studio, working on a new record with my wife Amanda. More information about that in the next instalment…


Judge Jules Diary Report 24th February 2011

First and foremost, apologies for the lateness of this report. When travelling constantly and spending a lot of time in the studio, time runs away with you…

As a result, I’ve decided to make this offering bi-weekly, and post it on the new “Blog” section on my Facebook page as well. So, instead of putting you through the 5200 word essay that would be needed to cover the period since the last diary, I’ve decided to kick-off the spell under the spotlight from Friday 28th Jan – 18th Feb. A period that commenced with BBC Radio 1 Live in Sheffield.

The M1 motorway towards Sheffield is bad at the best of times, and when heading for a live Radio 1 broadcast, the biggest fear is always being late. When you’re broadcasting live, the clock won’t wait. With this in mind, on Friday 28th Jan Pete and I set off with plenty of time to spare, as I had been asked to do various On Air interviews prior to my show at 11pm.

Traffic was against us, but thanks to the driving skills of ‘Pistol’ Pete we arrived with just minutes to spare. The event was at the University Of Sheffield, and due the gaps between my contributions I was given a hotel room located close to the venue. Because I only needed it for a couple of hours, the room was due to be shared with another Radio 1 staff member, who would use it after I’d finished for the night (and headed to a later gig in Manchester). Not being used to ‘room share’ I didn’t know what the etiquette was. Should I use the toilet, should I order room service etc?

Back at the venue, on-air I was joined on the show by rising star Ben Nicky. I’d chosen Ben after witnessing his excellent versatile DJ set in St Petersburg, Russia the previous month. Sheffield Uni filled up during the first hour of the show from 11pm, and by midnight the place was heaving.

Straight after finishing in Sheffield, Pistol Pete and I hit the road and headed for Manchester. The journey is only 42 miles but feels more like a hundred. The trans-Penine ‘Snake Pass’ is horrendous, and our average speed was little more than 40mph. Eventually, we arrived at ‘Venus’, somewhere I last played about 3 months earlier.

Regular readers of this blog will know that the last time at Venus involved an unsolicited visit by the fire brigade, thanks to my over-active finger on the smoke machine. Thankfully (and surprisingly), the club welcomed me back with open arms, and a great night was had by all. Venus is a well thought-out, cool club and somewhere I look forward to playing again soon. After a long night on the road, I slept in-car the whole way back to London, and we arrived just as the sun was rising.

On Saturday 29th Jan, we headed 160 miles west from London to Cardiff for the 17th Birthday of Time Flies. Even though I haven’t been DJing for TF for all that period, it’s a rare testament to a promoter to keep a consistently good club night running for such a hefty amount of time. Pritchard from Dirty Sanchez was in attendance, getting plenty of attention on the stage, and his antics kept the dancefloor extremely revved-up. It was the first weekend since pre Christmas that people had been paid and I could sense palpable relief in the crowd. They where really having it, probably for the first time in 2011.. Payday weekend (most people in the UK are paid monthly on the last weekend of the month) always makes for a great atmosphere.

Wednesday the 2nd Feb saw Pete and I headed on a long drive north to Durham, for the Bishops Mill. Durham’s a location I haven’t played a lot in my DJ career – I think the last occasion was about 10 years ago for a live Radio 1 broadcast.. The venue doesn’t normally book guest DJ’s and were entering uncharted waters putting the night on. This really applied the pressure to make sure I pulled strong numbers through the door. Luckily the event was a huge success and the club was absolutely packed. Straight after the gig, we headed immediately for the airport for an early flight en route to the U.S. A sleep-starved night is so much better with the memory of a great gig in your head.

On Thursday 3rd, we departed London Heathrow, bound for San Francisco. Because we have a lot of California-based friends, we decided to depart a day early, so we could have a day of sight seeing and socialising. Over the years on my DJ travels, I’ve been to so many exciting global destinations but perhaps not taken in enough of the ‘sights’ when I’ve been there. On this occasion we decided to visit the famous Alcatraz Rock prison.

I’ve seen it on plenty of movies, but witnessing Alcatraz in the flesh was a real thrill. After our Alcatraz ferry docked back into San Fran, we jumped into a small Tuktuk with a cyclist driver who had calves the size of tree trunks. He weaved us through the financial district of San Fran and found us a beautiful water front Thai restaurant where we stopped for lunch. Later that evening we met up with more of our friends plus my US tour manager AJ for a Korean BBQ.

I’ve played at San Francisco’s Ruby Skye a few times, and my last visit was on a more off-peak Thursday night, so it made a nice change to be doing a Friday show. On arrival at the club it was clear that we were in for a good one, as the line stretched down the street and around the corner. Tristan D was playing after me, and I stayed for the remainder of the night to catch his set. We all left the club with big smiles on our faces, putting me in great mood for Canada the next day.

We woke up around 9am, and slightly sleep deprived, headed straight for SFO for a United flight to Calgary, Canada. Not only was the flight delayed, but as I tried to enter Canada I discovered that the promoter had applied for the wrong visa for my work permit. This was potentially a disaster, and could have resulted in my not being able to play my gig that night.

The immigration officer took us into a side office, and went through my whole work history in Canada. Luckily they could see that I’d entered the country on many occasions for work without any visa problems, and decided to use their discretion and give me a visa, despite the incorrect paperwork.

A couple of friends drove down from Edmonton to see us, and after a nice meal we headed straight to The Whiskey Club in Calgary. The club was busy, the atmosphere spot on, and I’d soon forgotten all about the potentially traumatic visa issue. Calgary is a location that’s gained massively from oil, and is another beautiful city to visit. However, there was a marked contrast with California when it came to the weather- it was minus 20c. San Francisco had been extremely warm for the time of year, which made packing for such different weather conditions much more complicated.

On Sunday in Calgary we watched ‘The King’s Speech’ at a 20 screen multiplex cinema. It was absolutely packed, which made me wonder whether the subject matter held more resonance for Canadians (who are part of the British Commonwealth) than it would for Americans. Later that night, we took the one daily BA flight back to LHR. Amanda and I slept the whole way home, both very satisfied with another North American adventure.

After a few days of Studio action finishing my latest track “City Nights” we hit the roads of the UK once again on Friday February 11th. The evening started off with my live Radio 1 show in London, and at 1am Pete and I headed straight for the M1. I was booked to play Loughborough University, which under normal circumstances would have been an easy run in the available time. On this occasion the M1 motorway was against us, and my manager hadn’t factored-in the 25 miles of long-term roadworks from Luton onwards. We arrived into Loughborugh 10 mins late, and I immediately hit the decks. The club was packed and being a student-orientated crowd, I tailored the set around people who may not have heard my sound before.

As soon as my set was finished it was time to steam down the M1 back to London for my regular gig at The Ministry of Sound, for The Gallery. Once again, due to the extensive roads works on the M1, we arrived at The Ministry 20 minutes late, which was very frustrating. The Ministry is a hugely important gig to me, and this will be the first and last time that I’m late- you have it in print! I played the night’s final set, enjoying a great time as always, especially with a large cluster of mates in attendance.

The final gig covered by this report is a regular haunt for me, The Honey Club in Brighton. The drama of Britain’s roads continued. We found out just 20 minutes prior to departure that the M25 motorway was shut, meaning that we had to take a lengthy detour through South London following the A23/M23 all the way down to the South Coast. We arrived with just minutes to spare and I immediately hit the decks. Brighton’s Kings Road arches have a long history of legendary clubs housed in old Fishermen’s boat stores adjacent to the sea. They Honey was packed and the crowd were particularly interactive. After the gig I stumbled up the ramp back to street level, jumped in the car and slept the entire way back to North London.

I was due to play in Egypt this week, but due to the Political situation the promoters opted to wait until the political situation is more stable. More information on that next time…


Judge Jules Diary Report 7th January 2011

In an ideal world, it would be nice to DJ only in warm climates, but the period covered by this instalment saw me playing in so many chilly locations that I thought about adding an electric blanket to my contractual rider.

On Saturday 4th December I was booked to play Sasazu in Prague. The gig fell within the footprint of part 1 of the media-described ‘Big freeze’ in the UK. Many flights where cancelled or delayed, which made me nervous about getting to Prague. Luckily, my BA departure to the Czech capital arrived only an hour behind schedule. However, I’d arrived late enough to miss last orders at the Michelin-starred Asian fusion restaurant attached to the club. What a gutter.

I arrived at the venue around an hour before my set. It’s best to turn up with plenty of time in unfamiliar locations, to gauge the atmosphere and check the DJ on beforehand. The line up was somewhat different to one I’d usually be included on, featuring Beardyman, Xpress 2, Tom Middleton and Myself.

Beardyman has really blown up in the last couple of years. His unique style of beatboxing, where he records and layers track after track of his voice to create unique live tunes, has attracted millions of views on Youtube. If you haven’t checked him out, I’d strongly recommend that you do. It’s fair to describe Beardyman as dancemusic’s only 100% original act. I was lucky enough to get a personal performace backstage, which I videoed on my phone. Over the course of the night, the Czech crowd really got into the unorthodox line up, and I managed to grab some pictures which are now live on the site.

Thursday 9th saw me heading to another of the coldest places in Europe. The initial stop-off was Stockholm Sweden, to board the Monday Bar Cruise. The event runs 4 times a year and is basically a floating multi room nightclub on a 12 hour ferry crossing across the Baltic sea, between the Swedish capital and Turku in Finland. I played the cruise a few years back, with great memories. The only thing that I was slightly dreading was severe lack of sleep.

Monday Bar accommodates different styles of music over separate dancefloors. In addition, many of the clubbers have individual cabin parties with monstrous sound systems. I have no how they manage to get such bulky speakers on board, but last time round the mini-parties generated so much noise that it was impossible to get any sleep in my cabin after finishing playing. With that slight dread in mind, whilst I was sitting onboard my flight in Heathrow waiting to depart for Stockholm I received a phone call from a friend. Describing the night ahead, I had a bit of a moan about the prospect of coming home shattered after the crazy cacophony of noise due to come from every cabin . After I hung up my phone call, the chap sitting next to me on the flight introduced himself as the Mixmag journalist who was covering the event. My face went bright red. It must have sounded like I was being negative about what is actually a very special party.

Luckily, this time round the promoters had put the DJ’s in much more secluded accommodation. I therefore had some peace for a pre set snooze, which was necessary, as I had to disembark the boat at 6am to be driven back to Helsinki, after finishing on the decks at 4. The event was a huge success and even better than I had remembered. Ali Wilson was on before me and, excuse the cliché, had the boat rocking.

On arrival into the port of Turku, we disembarked the boat and I was driven immediately to Helsinki airport for my flight back to London. The trip had gone so perfectly up to that point. There, I learned that my Finnair flight had been cancelled. Ironically this wasn’t due to the vast amount of snow, but a week-long cabin crew strike. I had to buy a new SAS flight, plus wait a further 5 hours at Helsinki Airport. Desperate to kill time, I ended up doing all the small boring ‘housekeeping’ tasks one puts off doing on one’s laptop. Despite the trials and tribulations, I arrived back into London just in time for my Radio 1 show on Friday night.

No rest. The next morning at 7am, I headed back to Heathrow for a BA flight to St Petersburg, Russia. With only 1 direct BA flight a day it made sense to make a weekend trip out of it, and Amanda accompanied me on the journey. We landed into the city to find at least 4ft of snow piled up everywhere. Unlike the UK, heavy snowfall is something the Russians take with a pinch of salt (if you know what I mean…) Seasonally, all cars change into winter snow tyres, which makes a big difference to road safety. Maybe, with the recent winters we’ve been having in the UK, snow tyres might be a good idea here as well.

After spending a couple of hours in the hotel room watching a movie, we headed to the club. Early evening, the venue had a live act on-stage, before opening again separately for the club event. Therefore, people were outside queuing in the bitter cold for the doors to open as we arrived. Ben Nicky was on before me and backstage we met up with Russian producer D-Mad, whose excellent productions I’ve supported a great deal over the past 12 months. His English via email had always been good, but when meeting him he told us (via a friend) that he uses Google Translate for most of his emails. Russians certainly know how to drink, and D-Mad proceeded to down and entire bottle of neat Vodka. If I’d tried that, I would have needed a stretcher. The gig was packed, and it was nice to see I had built up a nice head of Russian steam after playing the St Petersburg Global Gathering earlier in the year. The Russians really know how to party.

The next day, Amanda and I were taken on a guided tour of some historic sites in St Petersburg, which in my view is THE most beautiful city in Europe. In the two Cathedrals we visited, Amanda had to cover her head and men had to remove any hats, a tradition that has stretches back hundreds of years. In one of the two cathedrals we could hear babies crying, and witnessed a line of mothers and babies waiting to be baptized. It was a turn-up-and-go christening in the most beautiful surroundings imaginable. Later, we headed to the Winter Palace, birthplace of the Russian revolution, a vast and truly dazzling building. Tour over, it was time to head back to the airport for our 5pm flight back to London. Luckily, the flight was on time and on arrival back in to London we headed straight into the West End to have festive dinner with some friends. I love playing in Russia and I hope to head back over very soon.

Monday 13th was another trip back out on the road, this time to Bournemouth. I played the weekly Mon student event at V Club, having visited at the beginning of the student term as well. Despite being later in the academic year, with student loan funds depleted just before the Christmas break, the place was still packed. Could it be that students are more careful at loan budgeting than I was at uni?

The next day was the BBC Radio 1 Christmas party. It’s always good fun, and one of only a few annual opportunities to catch up with all fellow R1 DJs in one place. In addition to the DJs, Radio 1 and IXtra collectively have a large amount of staff, and the only person who probably knows everyone is the front desk security. Tristan D came along, and after a few beers we headed into the main event which included a quiz hosted by Chris Moyles. The only downer of the night was returning to my car and discovering that someone had tried to smash the window and break in using a screwdriver. It was partly my fault, for parking a rather flashy car in a dark secluded side road, hidden by a tree. Luckily the damage was only to my window, which was easily replaced.

On Thursday 16th I was booked to play two corporate Christmas events in London. These are always an interesting DJing exercise, as the age group ranges from 18-65 and the music taste is considerably more varied than I’m used to supplying. As a DJ, reading the crowd is vital, and corporate parties are a useful exercise in perfecting these skills. I enjoyed my temporary conversion to a party DJ…

On Friday 18th it was back to normality, heading to The Ministry Of Sound to play The Gallery. I finished my Radio 1 show at 1am, and drove straight to the club an hour ahead of my set. The time was occupied doing a couple of lengthy interviews for the Ministry. Eddie Halliwell and Giuseppe Ottaviani weere both on the line up too and the technical set up in the DJ booth was like NASA control. I followed Eddie, and recorded my set, which will be live on the site shortly.

The following day, the snow fell heavily in London for a mere 90 minutes, shutting London Heathrow for four days. I guess one could have laughed off the airport’s embarrassing ineptitude and inability to clear snow, if it hadn’t ruined so many thousands of families’ Christmas holiday plans. That night I was booked to play at Cuba in Swansea, 200 miles away from London. As the snow began to fall it looked increasingly less likely that we would make it that night.

Thankfully, due to my great driver and the Jamcam Iphone app, we saw that the M4 motorway to Swansea was passable. We left London way ahead of time, and ended up arriving into Swansea 2 hours early. If I could travel 200 miles though the snow only hours after the snowfall, then Heathrow should have been able to get its ass in gear way before the four days it took to clear the runways. Michael Woods was also on the line up, and made the 200 mile journey too. The club was rockin’, as ever.

The next day I was due to fly to Ibiza via Barcelona for a 24 hour business trip, but due to the embarrassing situation at LHR I was forced to cancel my plans. Thanks British Airports Authority, you rock.

The final gig covered in the diary report was at L2 in Truro Cornwall, for a Monday night student event promoted by Charlie G. Again, the weather forecast was full of sensational scaremongering about ‘impassable’ conditions, and on entering the south west region there was very little snow indeed. Having believed the obsessive news reports, we set off and ,therefore arrived, very early. The club was packed wall to wall, and because it was so busy I jumped on the decks 30 mins early, which was ideal, with a 300 mile journey back to London to contend with same night. It was an awesome last gig pre going to Asia for the new year’s period.


Judge Jules Diary Report 10th December 2010

JUDGE JULES DIARY REPORT 5TH DECEMBER 2010

With a number of the UK’s Victorian Piers having burned down, and not all of them housing night clubs, these days it’s rare for me to get to spin in one. I used to regularly DJ on the late Hastings Pier, which was sadly destroyed at the beginning of the Summer. However, on Friday 29th October I headed to a new night at Atlantis nightclub on Eastbourne Pier. The usual Friday night scenario of racing down to the South Coast after my Radio 1 show was in place, and my road manager Pete put pedal to the metal. With the club closing at 3, I only got to play for an hour, which was a shame but couldn’t be helped. The night was Halloween themed, and was the perfect opportunity to play the spooky Halloween montage set intro that I put together with Tristan D for Monster Massive the previous week. The mash-up contained bits from Thriller, Ghostbusters, Nightmare On Elm Street and the biggest bad ass trance riff you could imagine. Needless to say the reaction was huge, and it would continue to be my opening track for the rest of the Halloween weekend.

On Saturday 30th, we headed down to Slinky at the re-branded O2 Academy in Bournemouth, formerly The Opera House. It’s a beautiful centuries-old venue that I visited almost monthly when Slinky used to operate weekly Friday night there. Nowadays they host around 5 events a year, all just as banging and amazing as ever – the atmosphere was very special indeed. Once again, being Halloween themed (and advertised), the dancefloor was a ghoulish sight from the DJ booth. Every now and then I asked the lighting guy Nathan to whack up the lights so I could get some cool pics of the freaks in the house for the site. Check them out in the ‘Gallery’ section when you get a chance.

As soon as I finished my set in Bournemouth, we hit the road for the 200 mile journey north to Birmingham. My manager had itinerised a ridiculously short time to get from A to B, and poor Pete had a Top Gear style driving challenge to contend with. We arrived into Birmingham beautifully on time, but as we entered the club something didn’t seem right. The main floor’s sound system had blown and was beyond repair. This meant that my set had to be moved to the upstairs room, which I must say was a bit of a disappointment as the atmosphere was never going to be the same. I’ve gotta give massive credit to the clubbers on the night for being so understanding of a situation beyond everyone’s control.

On Thursday 4th November I returned (for roughly the tenth time) to Dubai. Due to the time difference, if I wanted to spend more than the briefest of moments there, we needed to leave London on the Wednesday night. So on Wednesday 3rd Amanda and I set off from London Gatwick on an evening Emirates flight. We landed around 7am, and the weather was so much warmer than blustery London. The promoter put us into a brand new Movenpick Hotel which was ultra cool and had some amazing integrated restaurants. The service and quality was out of this world, however the only strange aspect was that the view from our room was over a large oil refinery. If you want good weather, amazing food and great rooms then the Movenpick would be the hotel for you. However, if you’re a bit of a romantic, don’t look out of the window.

The gig was at “The Lounge”, and after a short dinner with some friends I headed for the decks. The club was semi open-air (probably the best venue I’ve encountered in Dubai) and had a really nice vibe. I spun a slightly more funky set than usual – it’s always nice to play something slightly different every now and then. On landing back into the UK it was the evening of November the 5th, and the overhead view of the multiple firework displays around London was very special.

On Saturday 6th November, we headed 250 miles north to Bolton for Mansion at J2. On arrival into the town centre we struggled to find the club, as it was very tucked away. However, once inside it was like a tardis with 5 floors of different music and styles, absolutely packed on all levels. I was joined by a couple of local mates who stood with me in the DJ booth. The booth was far too small for all of us but I jut didn’t have the heart to ask them to step out- you can’t treat mates that way! A great time was had by all and, I bigged up everyone I saw about Bolton thrashing Tottenham in the footie earlier that day.

The next day (Sun 7th) I was booked to play a local gig at Gigilum in Clapham, South London. Hilton, who works for Gallery at Ministry of Sound, also promotes Gigilum’s Sunday parties and scores highly on the hospitality scale. During my set I was passed countless shots of god knows what. At first it seemed like a good idea, but the Jagers, Tequilas and Sambucas were coming so fast from the promoters that eventually I started giving them away to people in the rammed-out crowd. We stumbled out of the club with big smiles and headed home to North London. An outstanding night with superb atmosphere.

On Wednesday 10th I made a rare midweek visit to Lush at Kelly’s Port Rush in Northern Ireland. I play Lush bi-annually on Saturday nights but on this occasion it was a midweek student-orientated event. I checked into the Malmaison hotel Belfast and was upgraded to their master Suite, which is out of this world and like a full-blown loft apartment. It was a shame that I was only going to be in it for a couple of hours.

I had no idea how busy the club would be for a midweek night, but was pleasantly surprised to witness just as good an atmosphere and attendance as their Saturday events.

I’ve visited Skegness over three consecutive weekends in November for each of the last few years. During the summer at all the Mediterranean resorts, the two main youth holiday tour operators, Thomas Cook & Tui, sell holiday ‘Reunion’ parties for later in the year. They both stage them at the same location, Butlins in Skegness. The venue is well equipped and the atmosphere consistently memorable. The only downside for me is the horrendous drive to Skegness from London. It’s as if whoever laid out the roads leading towards Skegness was drunk when they did the planning.

On Friday 12th, I raced into the venue just in time – leaving my Radio 1 show at 1am had given us a very tight schedule. Pete Tong was on before me, and after a quick chat with various Ibiza faces I jumped on the decks and whipped up the crowd. On the way home to London the weather was frighteningly foggy, and over three weeks of Skegness journies we would encounter every different type of undesirable British weather.

On Saturday 13th November, I headed up to Leeds for my friend Jon’s 30th Birthday party, held at a bar in the city centre. Later on, it was over to Nottingham for my first gig, a one hour drive away. I was booked to play the legendary Gatecrasher which is always a winner. In the early days of playing at GC Notts, the DJ booth was tucked away in a remote upstairs crows-next. However, upon the suggestion of a few DJs (including myself) they shifted it downstairs, which made all the difference to the DJing experience. The atmosphere was great, and it was good to see both GC bosses (Simon and Dave) in the house.

Straight afterwards, we headed and hour south to Northampton and ‘Fever’. It’s a club I’d played a few times on Fridays, but the promoter Simon had been trying to persuade me to play a Saturday, due to the town being so much busier. He was right, Fridays have been good but Saturdays are definitely the more rammed. Having really enjoyed myself, after three stop offs I hit the land of zzzz’s within five minutes of setting off home.

By Tuesday 16th it was beginning to get very cold in London, and in York, around 250 miles north, the ice had properly moved in. We set off around 9PM, and the traffic was kind to us. The York gig was completely packed, which was surprising for a Tuesday, traditionally the most off-peak of all 7 clubbing days of the week. I’ve visited most major towns around York frequently but haven’t been to York itself for a fair while. Let’s not leave things so long next time- it was a stormer.

On Thursday 18th I set off for Hurghada, to play the mighty Ministry of Sound Egypt. There are a few direct flights to Hurghada from London, but during that period there were none that would get me home early enough for Radio 1 the following day. This meant going via Cairo, a four-hour layover, and catching an internal flight down. On taking off from Cairo, it makes you realise just how perched in the desert the African continent’s largest city is. It’s hard to see where Cairo ends and the desert begins.

I checked into my hotel at around 9PM, and after a freshen up headed to the gig with promoter Sam, who used to work for Goodgreef in the UK. The club was partially open air and the atmosphere was electric, with a clientele that was a mixture of music loving locals and sun-seeking tourists. The only downer was that straight from the decks I would have to head back to the airport for my flight home to the UK via Cairo. After four hours back in Cairo Airport at the crack of dawn with zero sleep, I was ready to collapse. When I saw that the flight home had flat beds in business class I could have kissed the cabin crew. I was out like a light before we’d even taken off.

Friday 19th saw us going back to Skegness for the “Big Reunion”. Once again, after my Radio 1 show we steamed up the motorway and made it just in time. On this occasion, the complicating weather factor was fog. Eddie Halliwell was on before me and after a quick chat with his brother Simon I joined Eddie behind the decks. It was interesting noting the way that competing promoters had dressed and staged entertainment in the same venue over consecutive weeks.

The next day, we headed up to Prestatyn in Wales for another reunion. There’s a chance that it may be my last visit to that particular venue, as its owners ,Pontins, are currently in administration (although the promoters are very much alive and kicking). I was spinning an early set, and it made a nice change, trying to get the crowd going from scratch. On the majority of occasions I play peak-time, when the crowd is already warmed up. It was refreshing to work the room from being quiet to being very busy.

Afterwards, we struggled with our second unrealistic journey time in November, racing to get to Ashby De La Zouch near Derby in the Midlands for Studio 79 at Ciros. Luckily, thanks to my petrol head driver Pete, we made it roughly on time, and I hit the decks immediately on arrival. The town is very close to Colville, the home of Passion, and it was nice to see plenty of Passion regulars. The venue has a really nice underground feel to it, which is unusual for a location that’s off the regular clubbing map.

On Wednesday 24th the annual snow had started to fall heavily in Scotland, and my destination was the Pearl lounge in Aberdeen. Luckily, no flights were affected by the snow by this point, and I landed with time to spare. On arrival into the city centre, the snow was piling up. It was the second consecutive time I’d visited the Pearl Lounge on a day of heavy snow. It was well enough attended under such difficult circumstances, but I think a summer visit may be what’s called for next time.

The next day, I flew back to Heathrow with only a minor delay. After a few hours rest with the family, it was time to set off again, this time by car down to Plymouth. I used to play frequently for the Dance Academy and the Candy Store, and Plymouth has always been a strong party town. Karma, formerly the Candy Store, has an upstairs VIP bar, and drink-in-hand, the promoter advised me that my set time was actually later than had been arranged by my management- they wanted me to start and hour later than planned. Generally for midweek events, I like to be back in London before around 5am, otherwise one hits the rush hour traffic, which can be a complete nightmare. To avoid being home too stupidly late, we split the set time down the middle, and I started at 12.30am.

Friday 26th was my final 2010 trip to Skegness, for another instalment of the “Big Reunion”. I can’t say I’m going to miss the car journey to Skegness for another year. It was the worst week of the three for road treachery. Snow was falling and settling which caused fellow DJ Simon Patterson to have a near accident. Luckily everyone arrived safely, and I managed to have a good catch up with Elliot AKA Example before I went on. The reunions are always a good opportunity to catch up with everybody from the summer, and I look forward to seeing them all in 2011.

The last gig covered in this report was a visit to Inside Out at The Arches in Glasgow. It’s a legendary gig that’s consistently deafening, and famous for its atmosphere. The weather hit Scotland hard on Saturday 27th and the snow was uncomfortably deep. My flight from Heathrow was roughly an hour delayed, and under the circumstances I was lucky to get to Scotland at all. The club was busy enough, yet still affected by the very unsympathetic weather conditions. Nevertheless, the crowd chanted louder than any other crowd, as Glasgow regulars will know all too well. I’ve never played a closing set at The Arches and left venue without a massive grin on my face.

The next day the grin disappeared rapidly, as my flight was heavily delayed due to blizzard conditions. After a period of the runway being closed altogether and flights being diverted to other airports, eventually Glasgow Airport reopened and I boarded my BA flight to Heathrow, which took off around 4 hours behind schedule.

We’re currently in the midst of the coldest winter in ages so wrap up warm! Until next time…


Judge Jules Diary Report 29th October 2010

Judge Jules October Diary Report.

Firstly, before I commence this instalment, I would like to say a big thanks to everyone who voted for me in this years World’s Top 100 DJs poll. Naturally I’m really pleased about going back into the Top 20 – hopefully it stands me in good stead for another corking year as we head into 2011.

The first outing covered by this instalment was to Liverpool on the 23rd September, for the consistently sweaty and loud Garlands. Over he past 12 years, my driver Pete has been close to maxing out the penalty points on his driving licence. Inevitably, with the amount of time we spend on the road, at some point one is going to get stopped…

However, over the past few years, the reformed ‘pistol Pete’ has travelled up and down Britain without any points whatsoever. En route to Liverpool, Pete was only fractionally exceeding the speed limit when entering a reduced-limit zone, when the Police (hiding) popped out and pulled us over.

We weren’t travelling much over the speed limit, and it seemed like a cynical revenue collecting exercise. Not letting this put a damper on the evening, we ploughed on ahead towards the famous Garlands. It’s a club I’ve played frequently over the years – the gig was student-dominated and packed from wall to wall. After a storming set, Pete and I headed home to London with all eyes open for the Law.

On Friday 24th, following my live Radio 1 show, we headed up to Manchester. It’s always a slight concern having to play a club set so late on a Friday night, as my show doesn’t conclude til 1am (and Manchester is 180 miles away).

This creates a semi-restricted radius of Friday night clubbing cities I can get to. I’m pleased to say the club was packed, despite a 4am start. Sander Van Doorn was playing elsewhere in Manchester that night, demonstrating the strength and vibrancy of the Manchester club scene.

Deafening monitor speakers in DJ booths often make it difficult to hear. Soon after I started my Manchester set, the light jock disappeared from the booth, pointing to the smoke machine button and saying “Don’t press it”. I completely misunderstood his instructions, thinking that he was telling me to periodically activate the smoke machine, and pressed away relentlessly.

Before you knew it, the fire brigade showed up, and smoke alarms were going off left right and centre. Oh dear…. Luckily the pandemonium didn’t affect the atmosphere at all, but next time the only buttons I will be pressing are the Start and Stop buttons on the decks.

On Saturday 25th, I headed over to the Irish Republic to play in Newmarket, my first visit to a remote town I wasn’t familiar with. I must admit that I had to look it up on the map prior to departure from Heathrow. I flew to Cork with Aer Lingus, and was promptly collected the other end. The venue was about an hour’s drive and on arrival into Newmarket I went for a few drinks with the promoter in a remote Irish pub, leaving me well acclimatized to rural Ireland. The gig was loud and typically cheerful, with the venue connected to its own hotel. However, I decided to stay in Cork at the Airport hotel, which allowed one to sleep in a little bit extra, prior to flying home on the Sunday.

The next outing was on Monday 27th to Bournemouth, which has always been a strong town for me to play in, and a location I always eagerly anticipate when I see it in the diary.

The venue is owned by legendary Bournemouth club owner/promoter Richard Carr with whom I’ve had a lengthy connection. The club was packed and student based, which is to be expected with Bournemouth being such a student town. The only dampner on an otherwise brilliant and deafening night night was when I witnessed a member of security being unnecessarily heavy handed with a clubber, which (to be fair) upset the club management just as much as it did me. It was a minor blip in an otherwise excellent gig, and I hope to head back soon…

On Friday 1st November, Amanda and I took our first trip on the new Airbus A380 super jumbo. When you fly and travel as much as I do, inevitably you develop an interest in the planes that take carry you from A to B.

Despite being a slight Aviation anorak, it was only when I checked the Lufthansa website to make sure that we had decent seating prior to our departure, that I realized we were getting to travel on the A380 from Frankfurt to Tokyo. It was a surreal experience. The whole upper deck was reserved for first and business class, and on arrival into Tokyo we disembarked through a separate upstairs air bridge and headed for arrivals.

Tokyo Narita Airport is probably the furthest airport from its home city in the world, and after 15 hours of travelling we still had to take a 90 min train journey to the city centre. However, the one good thing about the train journey was the spectacular views as we entered Asia’s most gigantic and space-age city.

The gig was a Judgement Sundays-themed event at Ageha, which is a huge multi floor club. I played 2 sets in different locations, one more trancey and the other more back room-orientated. Prior to the, gig we went out for a traditional Japanese meal with some friends and the promoter. The Japanese have a strong sense of decorum when it comes to table manners, and secretly I think they were pretty horrified at the way I shoveled sushi and other excellent Japanese food down me like an oriental Homer Simpson. The next day it was time to bust out the Yen, as we headed to the Shibuya district for some funky shopping, before hitting the road again (or should I say… the air.)

Saturday 2nd took in Singapore, where I was booked to play Zouk. It is probably THE ambassador of dance music clubs in Asia, with a sound system that rips and an atmosphere that rocks. Zouk absolutely never lets DJs or clubbers down. By contrast with Tokyo, the Singapore leg was made more convenient by the Airport being very close the city centre. This was useful after a 7 hour flight from Japan to Singapore.

As a culinary exercise, Singapore really takes some beating – we met up with some friends who had just relocated to Singapore, joining us for food and more funky shops. Later that night, we reluctantly headed home to London. What a shame to have to squeeze Asia into such a short space of time- Thankfully, I’m headed back to the region for NYE with a little more time on my hands.

On Wednesday 6th October, Pete and I headed north for Taking Liberties at the O2 arena in Leeds. O2 Academies have taken over a number of large venues in the UK and made a real success of the branding exercise. It’s a tall order for a promoter to fill such a large venue on a weekend, let alone at a mid week gig. I was very impressed to see the place so rammed on a Wednesday night. Check out the picture on the site… The promoter looked after my friends and I very well, and I can’t wait until the next instalment.

Thursday 7th October saw us back on the road, to Chester. This gig was again very student orientated, as it was the Fresher period. These gigs are very important, as I believe that it’s vital that a young new audience who might not be familiar with my sound get to know me and my tunes. The gig was jumping and the DJ booth was completely enclosed in glass, something I haven’t seen since Turnmills in London about 8 years ago. For someone who enjoys a lot of physical interaction with the clubbers it made connection a bit difficult, but the banging atmosphere made up for it all the same.

On Saturday 9th my friend Jon from San Francisco was staying over, joining Pete and I on our road trip north to Blackpool and The Syndicate. Although I always carry my own pocket ‘gig’ camera with me, in the past it’s proven difficult to get good photos in The Syndicate as it’s quite dark. Thankfully my Jon is a semi-professional photographer, and managed to get plenty of cracking pictures to post on the site. The venue was busy, and Jon’s shots (featured in the Gallery section) say it all.

Monday 11th October, and it was back on the road for my hard-working driver Pete, and another 200+ miles journey to Lancaster. From my perspective, the one good thing about long drives is the amount of sleep I get en route to the gig, meaning I wake up the other end feeling fully refreshed and ready for action. The venue was an Ex Luminar chain venue now in private ownership by a smaller more bespoke leisure chain. The club had brought in some portable CO2 canons (Amnesia Ibiza style), which sent the crowd nuts when fired towards the dancefloor. I’m thinking of getting one – if anyone knows how much and where? Can you help? jules@judgejules.net The atmosphere was great and a good night was had by one and all.

On Saturday 16th, we headed to a town which (to be honest) I hadn’t really heard much about before the booking, Redcar, on the outskirts of Middlesbrough. It’s always tricky to accurately predict the journey time to places you haven’t visited before, meaning that arrived at the venue minutes before I was due on the decks.

Greeted by nervous looking promoters, we headed inside and commenced festivities just on time. The crowd was very loud, and I was surprised at one point to see a troupe of police in high-visibility jackets marching across the dancefloor. I didn’t spot any trouble – in fact the crowd seemed very good-natured – so maybe it was a precautionary exercise in a UK coastal town (coastal towns can sometimes be a little volatile late at night at weekends.)

On Friday 22nd, I was booked to speak on a panel at the highly-regarded Amsterdam Music Event (ADE) conference, which made a change from being booked to play a DJ set in Holland. I set off for the day at 6am from Heathrow with BA, feeling like I should have been wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, as I was going on such a short businessman-style day trip. I met up with Tristan D at Schipol airport and we headed straight for the convention.

I was joined on the panel by Don Diablo, who’s created a niche and maintained his reputation by giving away a massive number of releases for free via Blogs. Do you download music this way, let me know? jules@judgejules.net . After the panel, we headed to a lunch with my music manager and my label boss from Spinnin records. There is loads of exciting music in the pipeline with Spinnin, so why don’t you subscribe to the Newsletter for up-to-date info on forthcoming releases & charts etc? After a productive few hours in Amsterdam, we headed back home to London to prepare for that night’s BBC Radio 1 show.

Following the show, we headed straight to the Ministry of Sound, where I was playing after Markus Schulz at 3am, allowing an hour or so to socialize backstage with friends who’d came down. I hadn’t played the Gallery since July and was therefore very excited to be back. The club couldn’t have been busier, and I recorded my set for the site, which is now posted live as the “November Mix” (tracklist on request)… Immediately after my set I headed for home, soon afterwards tucked up in bed (for a few hours at least) before setting off to Los Angeles.

The final gig covered by this installment was the mighty and legendary Monster Massive festival in Los Angeles, USA. On this trip I was lucky enough to be able to take my littleuns, as it was half term. We flew BA, and Leona Lewis was also on our flight. I was sorely tempted to give her a CD of the J&T Project bootleg of her ‘Stop Crying Your Heart Out’ that we produced earlier in the year.

On arrival into LA there wasn’t much time to spare, as we rented a car and headed straight for our hotel on the Beverly Hills/West Hollywood border. We arrived at the hotel around 6pm but there was little time to rest, as I had to head straight out to the gig with my US tour manager AJ.

Following a tragedy that occurred earlier in the summer, all Southern Californian festivals now have have a 2am curfew, meaning that I played a relatively early set (8-9.30pm). However, my outdoor arena (one of five arenas in total) was very packed from the word go, and pictures will follow shortly on the site. Marcus Schossow was also playing this arena, as was Gareth Emery.

Backstage, I was given my very own Hollywood-style mobile home Winnebago dressing room, and for as long as my jetlag permitted, we had our own little party in there with some friends. As you can imagine, I was absolutely exhausted from the long flight and immediate DJ’ing. Back at the hotel, the minute my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep. I was in bed by around midnight, allowing me to head to ‘Ye Old Kings Head’ English pub in Santa Monica to watch Man City v Arsenal live the following morning. Great result.

I had a fantastic time at Monster Massive and can’t wait to do it again; spending the rest of the week in Los Angeles, celebrating my birthday with some close friends and making a tourist trip to Universal Studios. I can honestly say the biggest birthday gift was from you guys, giving me such an improved position in this year’s Top 100 DJ’s poll. Thanks very much!

Until next time…


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