
I am a self-described musical misfit. For three decades I have stood slightly off-center from whatever the underground mainstream happened to be, playing what I love rather than what was expected. For me, a set was never about playing songs. It is about telling a story.
That instinct started early. I was raised in London and introduced to house music by an older family member, a well-known face on the UK's early rave scene. By my early teens I had taught myself to mix on a battered old pair of turntables, funding my record habit with whatever jobs I could get. There was no one to teach me. Just years of trial and error in that early house music scene, and it gave me the grounding for everything that followed.
My first live gigs came in the UK garage scene, at clubs like Club Colosseum, Leisure Lounge, and Camden Palace. By the late nineties my ear had shifted toward something warmer and more soulful: deep house, drawing on the jazz, funk, and disco of my father's record collection. I became a working fixture across London, playing Ministry of Sound, Fabric, The End, and The Cross, with a Sunday residency at the Notting Hill Arts Club. Beyond London I played regularly across continental Europe and Scandinavia, and made frequent trips to New York, immersing myself in the deep house scene at nights like Body & Soul.
When the underground turned harder and more commercial in the mid-2000s, I stepped back. As music went digital, I found myself losing my love for it altogether. The way back was through my roots: my father's jazz, funk, soul, and disco records, and the Balearic tradition, the eclectic, storytelling sound of the early Ibiza DJs. My sets stopped being sets and became journeys. Four, eight, sometimes ten hours long, built to unfold from afternoon warmup, down into sunset, and back up into the evening.
A move to Singapore took that philosophy across Asia for a decade: residencies at Potato Head and Rumours Beach Club in Singapore, and gigs at Potato Head in Bali, Drop in Hong Kong, Studio Lam in Bangkok, and The Venue in Seoul.
Across all of it, big clubs and small clubs, warehouse parties, beach clubs, and festivals, the throughline has stayed the same: play what you love, and let the night tell its own story.

Nobody taught me. I learned the long way, and it took years I could have saved with the right guidance. That is what I offer now. Everything I know, distilled, and passed on one-on-one to a small number of people who want the real thing.
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