A week into the new year and a week without social networking.
My initial natural response was an odd one. The compulsive desire to do what had become habit was suddenly not allowed. My addictive nature was now going to have to adapt to a different set of rules. The constant desire or need to check Facebook and Twitter to find out what colour socks people would be wearing today was to be transformed into free time to do something constructive.
Every morning I sit at the computer and write. A week in and 10000 words are done.
The removal from Facebook has been incredibly liberating. Twitter has been slightly different and has taken a little longer to adapt to. But, actually, I am starting to realise that aside from genuinely making new friends with whom I will stay in touch with outside of Twitter, the rest was having a real negative effect on my general well being.
I spent the majority of the time being angered by the music industry and the majority of those in it. I also found myself very close to saying things that really may have damaged my career. Having had to apologise publicly in the past, this may not be the way forward. Instead of being riled by a mass of negative energy and general annoyance, I am using that anger and irritation constructively.

Overall I feel liberated. And that was my intention.

I’m even thinking of taking up meditation.

I might start wearing sandals too.

Look out.

Love

Puke

So from here on in, this is where you will find me…..

Everyone’s a critic

I have been unsettled this week.
Last week was the build up to our Classic party in London.
I spent a week preparing, helping Organise, gathering troops. Getting nervous, getting excited. Recording music. Doing everything I could to help make it special.

The night came and I felt 18 again. We met in the pub and walked to the venue like a gang of youths doing it all again for the first time.

The venue: perfect.

The crowd began to build and Rob Mello worked the groove and played a lesson in the perfect warm DJ. Derrick took over and did what only Derrick could do, work people into an energetic frenzy.
Now, usually, I am Derricks personal warm up DJ. I know what to do, how to do it, an how to set him up. It’s been this way for years. In this instance DC wanted to play before me, which was cool. In previous years I would have tried to keep up. Tried to continue the energy, but in hind sight, never really been true to myself. A mixture of trying to please everyone and replicate what I have learnt, only Derrick can do.
Now I am older, wiser, and probably more accomplished, this was about me playing the records that I love in the way that I love too, and making it a party that was representative of Classic.
So that’s what I did. A journey of music that crosses spectrums and that included a lot of music forthcoming on Classic, and that I knew people won’t have heard before.
People danced. I finished 3 hours later.
People cheered. I was happy. We were happy.
Something I was taught by the musical maestro that is Lil Louis. Some advice he gave me once. He said that you will always know in your own heart if you did good or you did bad, regardless of the night or what the crowd thinks.
I have always taken that on board and taken pride in doing good, but if I was bad, I have learnt to learn from my own mistakes. On this occasion, I felt I had done good. I was happy.

I eventually made my way home after a post party wind down. It was late but I felt content.
I turned on twitter so I could send out some love and thanks to all those that came and made for a special night.
Lo and behold, a comment from a random person tagging my name and criticizing my performance. His words, from funky house to boring techno, Luke’s set was confused….
My heart sank.
I went from glowing and satisfied to paranoid and down trodden in an instant.

It has been 4 days and I still feel deflated. Even though I know I did good, and even though I have numerous pats on the back since then, it still bothers me.
Now I am not sure this is about the criticism, or whether this is about wanting to be loved by everyone, I think this is more about the fact that he went out of his way to single me out and make his criticism public. He reacted by saying “why does it matter, it’s one persons opinion and look at your success.”
But that is not the point. My success has nothing to do with human emotion.
You wouldn’t single out a random person in the street and shout out loud that you didn’t like their hair style, or the way they walked. Because I am a public figure, it doesn’t suddenly make that acceptable. You have every right to come up to me and express an opinion, that happens a lot, and I find that courageous and respectful. All that said and done, this party, this occasion, this didn’t feel appropriate. Classic, the record label, prides itself in being different, it prides itself in taking risks and taking chances, it also tries to be a big happy family that does more than just music.
Classic IS your friend. This is our statement.

Throwing negatives into a negative world, and especially in a moment when we are all trying to escape from the bullshit of life and just dance and have fun, well that just makes me sad.

And just so you know, I will keep doing what I do regardless, and so will Classic.
I have had a number of these moments happen in my career. They only make me more determined and more contrary.
And, without wanting to put a downer on the night, as this was a personal issue. It was special, and I would like to thank those that make up every single part of what Classic means to me.

Classic is your Friend