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Let me preface by saying one thing: this is not a review. This is an indictment. An indictment of a system. I already know that with this review I will ruin a reputation (yeah, what is reputation anyway... it's all up for debate), I already know that many will label me as arrogant, a braggart, but it doesn't matter. I want to write it anyway because I am pissed off.
You all know I am a big music enthusiast, but you all don't know that I am also a DJ. So, here's the thing. I am a DJ on paper. Let me preface by saying I'm the resident DJ at a nightclub on Saturdays, handling the first part of the evening, the so-called pre-evening. I'll also admit I've been doing this job for not very long, encouraged by a friend of mine, a DJ for over 15 years, who one day had the unfortunate idea to tell me: "Since you're so obsessed with music, why don't you use this passion of yours and share it with others? Plus, you could earn some money. Why not become a DJ?" That's how it started, and I must say I really enjoyed it. As Hegel said, listening to music is counting without realizing it, and no one counts better than a DJ from this point of view. In short, I became passionate, I took it to heart, and I must say my friend was also surprised by my ability to learn. But I don't see anything strange about it. It's always like this when you're driven by PASSION. I repeat, PASSION. Deluded by this 19th-century ideal, I started to offer myself to various places in the city where I live, the sunny Lecce. I thought, because I am delusional, that it mattered to present one's own sounds, one's own approach, but no. You need to know the right people, you need to find someone who sponsors you (or rather, who imposes you), basically a shameful circle of recommendations. Then I, being a novice, was literally stunned by the lack of professionalism of these guys who go around doing gigs. Burned CDs and practically zero musical culture. "FUN NIGHT 70-80", Raffaella Carrà, Steel Jeeg, and the list goes on. The funny thing is that they even look at you with disdain, they do this job for money, women, to show off, but they don't even know what MUSIC is. So I remain marginalized, I practically have no interlocutors, yes, yes, call me a loser, I don't care. I will continue to be like this. Because I can always walk with my head held high. You go to a venue owner and you can't talk; he's not interested at all in your "music" talks, no nothing, because he knows nothing, because he lives in an empty environment. But I wonder: isn't the DJ job based on music??? Or am I the one who's crazy? Well...
I've realized that instead, this circle is like "cosa nostra stuff," they're all there ready to elbow each other, they all have their deals, and they're all suspicious, distrustful. It's true, it's like this when money is involved, but everything has a limit, there is always an ethic. But this is a discussion that would lead very far... so it's better to leave it alone. I hope they don't succeed in doing the worst thing that can be done to a young person: taking away their dreams, their plans, in one word, making them disheartened. A cynical, detached view, you can have at 50 but not at this age, because while on one hand, this perspective helps, on the other, it kills. Because when the famous phrase arrives "Who makes me do it?" it's the end...
Well, my friends, this is the evil of our society, especially in the south. Demotivation. Extinguishment. I know these are harsh words, but that's how I feel, I can't help it. And then let's not complain if the best ones leave, forced to emigrate: it's simple, they have no interlocutors here. Because as long as there is this "clientelistic" situation, the south will never grow. I know many will be disappointed by reading these lines, maybe on the homepage, they thought: "Ege is back, let's see what he proposes." This time Ege proposes this because he is currently unable to sit lucidly at a desk and listen to music to then write about it, trying to explain what it is. Because that's what should make a review, right? Well, at this moment, I can't do it because it wouldn't be fair to you. Have you noticed how poorly written this jumble in Italian is? Because I'm unsettled, but definitely lucid. I've always thought that something should be done well, with commitment and seriousness. It's simple, if one cannot do it, just step back. What's wrong with that?
The record you see up there is a collection of the best remixes by the legendary Larry Levan. I had to put something, right? I think I chose well; for lovers of good dance, it's an unmissable double CD. Simply splendid. Maybe later, if I recover a handful of motivations, I'll duly tell you about it. Your Ege loves you.
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