18/05/2024
Saturday morning vibes in London be like... 🌞🌆
The alarm clock screamed, mocking my throbbing head like a digital banshee. Still rocking last night’s clubbing outfit, I stumbled towards the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive sun through the grime. Ah, the memories of last night’s gig hit me like a bass drop - packed dance floor, strobe lights, and the crowd chanting my name. It was a proper ‘banger,’ as we say in the biz. But now, the only thing banging was my head. 😵🎉
As I made my way to the kitchen, the remnants of a takeaway pizza taunted me from the counter. Determined to get this show on the road, I grabbed a lukewarm can of Coke and a handful of ibuprofen. The life of a London music producer and DJ is a whirlwind of emails, phone calls, and endless cups of coffee. Inbox overflowing, frantic messages from promoters, and trying to remember what I promised the new artist I’m working with. It’s like playing Tetris with beats, gigs, and deadlines. 🎶🎮
But amidst the chaos, there’s a sense of family in the music industry. We’re a bunch of misfits united by our love for the rhythm. And when the pressure gets too much, we find solace in our dark sense of humor. “Yeah, I’m still alive,” I tell my mates, “but I’m pretty sure my liver is on its last legs.” They just laugh, knowing that a good night’s sleep is as important as a good night out. 😂💤
Sure, the exhaustion, stress, and occasional existential crisis can be overwhelming. But in the end, it’s all about the music. The beat pulsing through your veins, the shared experience on the dance floor. That, my friend, is worth every headache, every sleepless night. 🎧❤️
