ODYSSEUS

After the Oracle of Delphi prophesized that once he embarked, Odysseus would not return from his world tour for 20 years, Odysseus tried to avoid his fate by feigning insanity and honoring Dionysus' with wild full moon parties from the deserts of Southern California to the then Virgin beaches of the Big I, where he mixed authentic vinyl from afro-middle-eastern-sufi and native American cultures, with future tech beats that at the time were unaccustomed to such alchemy.

But his fate could not be avoided, and as the new millennium dawned, he was swept into a world tour that found him: narrowly escaping the seductive dream-fueled slumber of the psy-trance lotus-eaters, spending years training in the irrisistable breakbeat arms of the witch-Goddess Circe, and only escaping her funky clutches, by consuming the spell-breaking herb moli. Then, after tying himself to his ship's mast and going into deep ecstatic dance meditations with the original Sirens, who taught the teacher, who taught the teacher, of the very first teacher, he journeyed into the underworlds of Hades' Amsterdam and Berlin, where he communed and jammed with epic heroes and ancestors of the past and feasted on melodic techno, deep and progressive beats and was warned about standing too long on the DJ podium, and taking himself and the cult of personality too seriously.

Still, the cunning, but aloha-seeking Odysseus needed to learn and navigate the dual Drum and Bass labyrinth of Scylla and Charybdis before he could eventually, with the help of Nausicaa in the valley of the lush grooves, finish his world tour and find his way back to Ithaca, his island home, in the fourth chakra land of organic, tech and progressive house where the collective heartbeat and spontaneous expressions of joy dissolved all barriers between the DJ, the drummers, the dancers and the source.