 "Nil
is a caffeine swilling, lolly stealing, shaven headed
doof man with
big shoes" - A/S/Sgt Garde - Qld Police
"He
might seem alternative, but he's swiched on" -
Inspector Orish - Qld Police
Without
fear or favour, malice or ill-will I think I can say
with a high degree of certainty that I'm the only serving
member of an Australasian Police service who writes
and performs dance music. However, my destiny appeared
to be that of an anorak wearing train-spotter as I soldered
my first sampler together from a kit for my trusty Amiga
500 in 1989 and after twiddling a few tunes for my hacker
mates demos, branded myself (rather prematurely perhaps)
talentless and was thusly doomed to a servile life in
the workforce.
Cue
1991. I'm declared sane and responsible enough to be
given a gun, some handcuffs and a natty uniform and
the REAL, real world beckons. And what a horrid, irksome
place it is, full of disgruntled, argumentative and
just plain violent people who instantly hate you before
you even get out of your rather tastefully decorated
car.
And
there I am, PC plod fervently trying to be a pillar
of the community type and hating every second of it
whilst simultaneously being branded a weirdo/gay/drug
using anarchist by my work colleagues. And this is before
I find my first dance club!
Wibble
misty haze effect to 1992 and I've well and truly discovered
where I want to be. Raves, dance clubs and doof*ting*doof*ting
become my friend. Sadly no-one else wants to be as the
usual "Oh, Im a policeman" opening understandably
tended to send people scrambling for the exit, so my
first year-and-a-bit of clubbing was a rather solitary
pursuit. At least I can genuinely say that I was there
because I loved the music as I couldn't have scored
if my life depended on it.
 Swiftly
rolling onto 1998 and in a fit of permanent night work
induced boredom an MC303 is purchased followed by a
couple of noodling gigs, more hardware and a ludicrous
place-a-CDR-in-Mr-Truelove's-bag jape *ZZZZZOOOOM to
2001* (replete with sound of a needle being ripped across
a record) Suddenly there's vinyl being pressed and bio-thingies
need to be typed?
Time
for a judiciously placed swear word.
Fuck!
Wha,
who, how? None of this music malarky has gone according
to how I planned at all. I started writing dark experimental
bleep hop tech ping weirdness as SuperFluid and am even
quoted in my first interview from 98 saying "I'll
never write doof music" fearing if I started I
might end up on the Vengabus to doom. What an idiot!
And yet, John saw something, heard something, felt something,
I dunno, imagined something that in lieu has forced
me to learn, improve and develop almost exclusively
so I could justify his faith in me.
I
must have sent the poor sod 100 CDR's with musical styles
ranging from ambient-rainbow-techstep to hardcore-breakbeat-polka
until finally it dawned on me that I should break my
vow and try my hand at some of the old 4/4 and that's
where I met Tracy. Having vaguely known her for years
in the rave scene, we met fortuitously at a time when
she was a developing Hard female DJ who wanted to write
music and I was a developing producer who wanted to
write hard stuff for DJ's.
A
perfect synergy, 12 months of hard work with the steepest
of learning curves, a farcical studio-in-my-kitchen
session with John and I've got my first shiny, and dare
I say it, spanky releases due. Doki Doki panic!!
Hopefully
there'll be much more to add to this story in 2001..............
(cue whatsisname singing never ending storeeeee da da
da la la la etc etc)
Hyper
Go Fanboy - NIL.
He's the guy with the inter-dimensional pouch.
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