A good DJ set is like a good church-excuse me, chu’ch-sermon (southern heads know): uplifting, out of body, holy. Bring your week weary baggage-the pain and the bullshit, the fears and the foibles-into the dance and feel them drip down like sweat and melt up into the heavens.
Yeah, I take music seriously.
Moreover, a good deep house set is damned near divine; divine medicine. And the very best mixes-the jack yo’ body, Paradise Garage, welcome to the sanctuary-type mixes-are nothing short of audio Robittuson. You know The ‘Tussin-that all powerful, all consuming, thick as pink molasses, hood cureall for everything from broken legs to cancer. With a nod to Chris Rock in Bigger and Blacker:
Girlfriend left? Deep house that shit.
Got laid off? Deep house that shit.
Pulled over on some cop BS? Pour summa that deep house in there. Yeah boy, let that deep house get in there and work it all around. Fix that racial profiling right on up.
