Last night I was sitting in my Mum’s lounge in Adelaide, out here visiting family, watching an interesting documentary on mental health in Australia. The credits rolled and I just sat in the dark for a while, thinking. Not about the festival posters or the Beatport charts or whichever hype cycle is currently doing the rounds. Just about the people. The ones I’ve lost, the ones I miss, and the ones who are still here but quietly not really here.
I’ve seen too many close friends, promoters, DJs, agency heads, label managers, road crew and quiet support staff slip out of this world over the decades. Each one of them still cuts…
