Summer

Long summers, short dresses, cold drinks and hot bodies.

This is one of my favourite sets, ever. Any Paul Kalkbrenner set that starts with Dockyard and is followed by Since 77 does it for me. Sometimes you need to start with a couple of big tracks, to put yourself and your crowd in the mood. It all depends on the moment.

So, in two days, I'm leaving (on a jet plane) for a while. I haven't felt like this in ages. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall", according to Jordan from The Great Gatsby, but of course there's some irony in that (note the word 'fall'). But life for me? It starts all over again tomorrow.

And summer starts the day after that.

Hello Summer

It's been a while. Time to get back on the terrace, embrace the mid-20s temperatures (AKA spring weather in Cyprus terms), play lighter music, wear lighter clothes, carry a lighter soul.

The first festival of the season is already over, and despite the ridiculous clashes and the fact that the person taking care of set times should be jailed, it was pretty good. I couldn't miss Dixon and Âme for the world. Jon Hopkins and Todd Terje, I'll catch you in your full glory some other time.

Now, it's time to recuperate. Nine Inch Nails, followed by five crazy days and nights in Berlin, followed by Field Day and its after-party (despite the blurry mind, I'm sure Kristian played an almost identical set to their b2b a few hours earlier). No regrets, but this body needs some rest, and I think it's time to head to back the studio/my bedroom to produce some party music myself.

Change is on its way and it feels like the possibilities are back, and they're a lot more than ever before.