They called me 'Dot back in the glory days – spinning house, drum & bass, and promoting raves that pulsed in the Pacific Northwest night. I said goodbye to Goodbeat, got rid of the gear, put the records in cold storage, and prioritized buying into my future. Fast forward seventeen years, now a husband, father, and yes, a cat dad. I'm a walking archive of glitches, memes, and good times.

The music? It never truly sleeps. The itch to jack into the rhythm grid never left. So here I am, back "on the decks", digging up the sonic fossils of the past and splicing them with the neon pulse of the future. Doing this for fun. A reminder to myself that even as an old wage-slave in the rain-drenched sprawl of the Pacific Northwest, the soul still craves a preem beat.

Synthy nostalgia with selective memory loss and the occasional genre deviation