Greetings from Jæger

“(T)hat’s what artist is for the artist… An empty drainpipe. An amplifier. A stab at getting laid.” – Margaret Atwood.

It’s no secret, I’m very suspicious of the idea of the DJ as an artist. I’ve always considered the DJ more of a facilitator, susceptible to his/her environment, context and the music. A two-hour set as the extension of his / her artistic expression as a producer/ artist/ composer/ celebrity, does little more than Atwood’s drainpipe. It’s an amplifier, a stab at getting laid, and it has no place in the booth; we’ll leave those sort of egocentric carnal convictions for the stage.

The resident DJ has no time for such trivialities, s/he is much too busy playing records, looking for new music and engaging with an audience on an intimate level in a familiar setting. For the resident DJ it’s not a one night stand, but an infinitely long love affair.

Overheard at Jæger:
What do you do for a living?
I’m a DJ.
No, What do you really do for a living?

“If you have a club with good resident DJ, that is culture.” – Freddy K

In a recent conversation with a local club owner, he old me that they never book international DJs only live acts. Because in Oslo we are completely overwhelmed with good DJs so why book somebody from afar to do exactly what a DJ closer to home can do, often better. That being said, there are great high-profile international DJs, but these are usually also at that level because they built their craft as… you guessed it…. a resident DJ. Through years of experience, they are now able to extrapolate that to new contexts and for different audiences.

“We’re all to blame – we’ve all created this culture, we’ve been pushing so hard for it” – Ben Turner

When people like Paul Oakenfold grumble about the current state of electronic music and club culture, he seems to be doing it completely disengaged from any sort of reality where those kind of statements come across as obviously ironic. Yeah, Paul you’re clearly in touch with the counterculture movement you’ve helped popularise when you play a closed party at stonehenge.

Paul, there is no more underground when everything is at the tip of a finger, but you can still engage with audience on human level.

We’re all in this together, but striding along an individual path. There’s a niche for everyone today and everyone is unique, so there can’t be dedicated scenes like there used to be, we’re just too informed. And in some sense we’re getting back to the origins of this culture, a place where Disco, Funk, Gospel and Soul became House music and House music is not a genre, it’s a way of life. Is Jæger going to be flying the banner for Lo-Fi House? No, nor will we shun it.

Since the Internet, there are no more scenes and no more trends – that’s just a lie the media is still trying to perpetuate as it continues to writhe out from from the age of free information. Take a peek behind the curtain: furtive figures entangled in clandestine acts with “influencers” for the sake of consumption.

“There’s no universal conglomerate for the oppressed.” – Chinua Achebe

Some recent highlights from last month: Mr G doing his thang on the MPC, Interviewing Third Attempt and DjRUM’s “Portrait with Firewood”, possibly one of my favourite albums released this year. I know I said that about Martyn’s Voids too, but that was before Roland Lifjell sneaked this into my periphery.


October lineup at Æ


Some personal future highlights: Ross from Friends (live), the new Hubbabubbklubb LP, Leon Vynehall, Helene Rickard with Lekerman for Den Gyldne Sprekk and Hunee with Øyvind Morken for the Halloween special at Oslo World Music Festival.

“…fuck London, but fuck Manchester as well while you’re at it… we were onto it before they were, and by the way, no one really went to the Hacienda until 1988 anyway”. – Mike Boorman for Ransom Note.

There is no such thing as western civilisation apparently, but yet we’re still trying to compartmentalise the world into strict factions. People in South Africa were making Deep House before they knew what it was and DJ’s in LA are taking their cues from Berlin today. Techno was apparently first used to describe EBM from Frankfurt and Acid House was invented by an Indian fellow. So all things being equal and nothing being what it appears, let’s drop this and head into October.

People say it’s a bit repetitive to say, ‘Oh oh oh oh oh oh,’ but you can’t translate the melody into words. – Chris Martin

Oh oh oh oh oh oh here we go again.

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