NYU Nightlife

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How far can $100 get you in New York’s nightlife?

Well if you’re going to Josie’s or Brad’s, you’re probably in for more Jäger bombs than you and your underage friends can count. But, if you’re a recently graduated young professional, with little-to-no “access,” can you get into the “best” places and have a really good time?

The rules I set for this experiment were simple: 

1) No Namedropping [unless you are asked for one]
2) Buy Your Own Booze [no drink tickets nor bottle mooching]
3) Call it a night once your evening’s total spending exceeds $100. 

In another context, hearing me say, “I barely lasted an hour,” could ignite certain curiosities, but for the sake of this experiment, an hour is pathetic. 

Conclusion:

PRE-GAME, RIGHT?! 
Wrong. 

$200/week is over $10K a year. Two more nights like this and we are flirting with $20,000/year. 

To put this into perspective, New York State’s minimum wage is $7.25/hour. Assuming a 40 hour work week, that’s $290/week, and $15,080/year

Make money or make friends or better yet make both. My paycheck can’t afford my habits, can yours?

How far can $100 get you in New York’s nightlife?

Well if you’re going to Josie’s or Brad’s, you’re probably in for more Jäger bombs than you and your underage friends can count. But, if you’re a recently graduated young professional, with little-to-no “access,” can you get into the “best” places and have a really good time?

The rules I set for this experiment were simple:

1) No Namedropping [unless you are asked for one]
2) Buy Your Own Booze [no drink tickets nor bottle mooching]
3) Call it a night once your evening’s total spending exceeds $100.

In another context, hearing me say, “I barely lasted an hour,” could ignite certain curiosities, but for the sake of this experiment, an hour is pathetic.

Conclusion:

PRE-GAME, RIGHT?! Wrong.

$200/week is over $10K a year. Two more nights like this and we are flirting with $20,000/year.

To put this into perspective, New York State’s minimum wage is $7.25/hour. Assuming a 40 hour work week, that’s $290/week, and $15,080/year

Make money or make friends or better yet make both. My paycheck can’t afford my habits, can yours?
I don’t take rejection well.

I don’t take rejection well.

XNXLND

A few months ago, I swung by Anchor Bar to say hello to @DJFreshDirect. It’s always awkward when you’re talking to DJs while their DJing, because they’re working and can’t really give you their attention. Well, Dylan could. While DJing, he gave me his headphones and let me listen to a track he was working on with @SilverMedallion, “Hey Cinderella.” While this wasn’t as memorable as the time he left me in the DJ booth at tenjune to stand in the middle of the dance floor and listen to his remix of Zedd’s Spectrum, I still felt cool for being able to listen to something before everyone else. 

Now, the full project, dubbed “XANAXLAND” has been released. I have never tried xanax, but this EP kind of makes me want to. 

Oren’s trademark raspy voice tells stories of sex, drugs, and nightlife, while Dylan continues to produce quality. Any DJ who isn’t paying attention to what FD puts out is frankly, fucking up. 

Between the new music and random pictures of hot half naked women, their blog isn’t a bad look either. 

I could go on about how current the lyrics are and how dope the production is, but I won’t. Just do yourself a favor, steal a few bars from your mom’s medicine cabinet and Download XANAXLAND here

Fall Break Abroad 2012: An Anonymous Account

Saturday night in London…
We’re at my friends’ uncle’s apartment pregaming with no “game” to go to at this point. We get a call that the girls from our portal campus who also are in London are going to Fabric, so we get ready to go out there. Everyone has a handful of beers before we leave for the tube (subway) to go to the club. Keep in mind the alcohol purchasing age in the UK is 18 but the laws around consuming it are very strict. On the way to the tube we find an alcohol store; being the freshman we are we each go in and get a six pack for ourselves, bad move. We’re drinking the beers on the way to the tube stop nearest us when a car driving on the left side of the street speeds up (I heard that from behind me) and stops almost 10 feet in front of us. I thought it was a drunk driver but I forgot everyone drives on the opposite side of the road in London compared to the US- turns out to be a cop. He rolls down his window and tells us to throw out the opened beers and he’ll let us keep the other sealed ones if we do. We said sure that’s fine, thinking we’d pretend to throw them out as he drove away, but as soon as he heard our American accents he said actually boys we’re gonna have to take them all from you, justifying his move with our home countries drinking age being 21. All of us were tipsy by this point and one of my friends said to the officer, “the only reason we came to this damn country is to drink”, and that’s when he came out of the car. Now normally I’d try to use social skills to get out of the situation clean, but I completely forgot the cast of idiots I forgot to I came on fall break with. The three of them take off with beers in hand, running towards the tube station as if entering the metro is going to solve any of their problems, and for better or worse I followed. The cop threw on his sirens as we sprinted toward the entrance and ran inside about a block down the road. We had each already purchased an Oyster Card (Metro card) prior to this, and they work differently than ours, all you have to do is flash it over this reader to gain entry to the subway. So we did just that and stumbled through the tube station without any idea where we were or where we needed to go. A train was coming in 1 minute, and another in 3. I hid behind a pillar with one friend as the first train came, and my two friends got on it. As the train started pulling away I saw at the end of it the cop boarded and was making his way down it, they were fucked. Huge relief came over me at that point, I though I was in the clear and so did my friend. We got on the second train that came and got off at some random station, it was called Waterloo, thinking we’d be safe. My friend thought about ditching the beers as they were a dead give-away but the stress of the situation got to me and I was like fuck that and chugged two, leaving one left. My friend chugged one of his and put the two he had left in his back pockets. We got out of the station platform area and into the area where you buy tickets and saw the serviceman was on the phone with someone giving the most odd look at the two of us as we walked past him. Walking up the stairs out of the subway we heard him knocking on his window as hard as he could and we knew the police had called him and probably other metro stations that the trains made stops at, so we ran once more. We ran until we found a cab and got in and screamed at him to get us to Fabric and we’d drop 20 pounds. My friend chugged another beer with me as soon as we got in but then said he didn’t feel good. It was about midnight at this point and I knew the line at Fabric would be huge and the best place to go would probably be a nightclub to just get lost in a crowd and cool off for awhile. Then I remembered my other two friends were probably fucked but if they weren’t they definitely would be headed to Fabric since it was the only place we all talked about going- so we had to get in. Now I don’t know who’s bright idea it was to engineer taxis in London this way, but they certainly weren’t made with drunk teenagers in mind. My friend said he couldn’t do the reverse seating as they are in taxis there any longer, so I said sure switch with me, but just as I did he said open the window and threw up all over the side of the car. I started freaking out because I knew cab drivers in the city, and in our portal campus, make you pay like 200$ since they’re done working for the night after someones’ thrown up…but this dude just laughed at us. He said “haha I’ll getcha boys to Fabric but I can’t get ya past the door!” and that was the single most confusing moment in my life.
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We got off at Fabric and I had to tip the guy for letting us stay in his cab, but all I had was another 20 pound bill so I gave him that and told my friend he owed me. As if he’d remember. The line for Fabric was huge but moving quickly because of their massive que, and eventually we got inside. Fabric is a fucking free for all that is 100% driven by the music. We paid the cover and got inside the club, after walking down 3 sets of stairs and onto the dancefloor. There my friend and I just kind of blended with the crowd and looked out for some friends, we saw the girls from school (Americans are easy to pick out in a sea of Europeans) immediately, and told them what happened. They didn’t understand the story because they said they’d already seen my other two friends, the ones who took the first train, earlier at the club, and they’d disappeared for awhile. It was daylight savings this Sunday morning as well, so at 3am the clocks switched back to 2am, and that didn’t help the situation whatsoever. I spent two hours searching the club while the girls took care of my obliterated friend and then threw in the towel, it wasn’t worth it. I love DJing and do it as a hobby so I got a good vantage point of the DJ spinning and just observed him for awhile…Until someone tugged on my leg and screamed my name- one of the two from the first train. I hugged him I was so happy to see that fucker and said where have you been?!? Until I realized that his pupil’s literally were the biggest I had ever seen. My friend hugged me and said “I love this place!!!” at the top of his lungs, he was rolling like an idiot. I asked him how he got out of the subway and he told me he couldn’t remember, then I said where’s ____ (fourth friend, one of the two on the first train) and he said this: “Well…We got here…but then I saw the girls, and I lost him. And then I took a ton of MDMA. And then I started freaking out because I lost him and wanted to dance with him but I couldn’t find him, so I ran into the bathroom and out of it, into room II and out of it, and into room III and out of it looking for him. But then when I was walking to the bar a girl stopped me and asked me if I was okay, I told her I lost my friend and really was worried….the girl was soooo sad for no reason and all, she told me she was so so sorry and that I should go with her. So I did, and she brought me into the girl’s bathroom and got on her knees and gave me a blowy! She said she was sorry she couldn’t help me find my friend but thought this might help. But I was rolling and couldn’t cum so I came out here and then I found you :)” I still don’t believe any of that. Eventually we found my friend and took a cab back to his uncle’s apartment, rolling in around 6am as the sun started to rise. 
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In Amsterdam we went to Club Air to see Joris Voorn spin (he just spun sensation NYC) but all four of us got separated. One got brought into VIP by a Dutch girl who was rolling balls and he drank 3 bottles of Dom, one ate 3 space cakes with a dubstep producer from Canada in a smoke shop, and one of my friends got drunk at the heineken factory beforehand and ended up losing his virginity to a prostitute in the red light district.  I’ll give you the timeline of events and details if you really want- but I have a ton of hw to do.

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“I’m just a boy from a small town, who plays Christian Rock.”- @silvermedaillion on stage for the #StayYoung party at the Box 8.9.12

“I’m just a boy from a small town, who plays Christian Rock.”- @silvermedaillion on stage for the #StayYoung party at the Box 8.9.12

Interview with @TheChainsmokers Part I: Alex Pall

Where were you born?

New York City, Mount Sinai

What did you do growing up? Who did you listen to?

I have had some pretty shitty jobs growing up. My first job was at a pet store, then I worked as a landscaper, then in the warehouse of a auto party supplier, then as a caddy, so I have a real respect for manual labor. After that I interned for a number of Galleries. Otherwise I spent most my childhood doing what any kid does, discovering woman and porn, being destructive and I practically lived outdoors. Also, thought I could maybe
make the NBA, shattered dreams.

Growing up I was a hip hop head. After the Raffi tapes didn’t cut it I bought Space Jam soundtrack which was awesome but the first CD I ever bought with my own money was Snoop Dogg’s “Doggystyle”… Actually have an embarrassing story about calling my sister the N word cause I had no idea what it meant I just heard Snoop using it a lot, my mom heard me and kicked me ass. But ya lots of Wu tang and I’d say I’m more Tupac than Biggie.

What school did you attend and what was your major?

I transferred from American University in DC Freshman year to New York University’s, Gallatin School. Everyone who went to NYU knows Gallatin is what’s up.

Well as those who attended Gallatin know, its called a concentration. I focused on the commoditization of art over the course of history. So I took a lot of art history and business courses and mixed in some languages and sociology courses.

What year did you graduate?

2007

When did deejaying become a full-time job?

When we started getting paid well, sometimes we Dj 6-8 times a week sometimes its 2 or 3. I still work at the gallery that hired me out of college, Metro Pictures, I have actually worked there full time for 4 years while Djing nearly every night. It has been brutal at times but I love the structure it gives me and art is another passion of mine. Just recently I went part time at the gallery the to devote more attention to music.

Were you ever a promoter?

Yes I regrettably was, and I considered lying and saying no cause promoters have the worst wrap, but I did it for free booze, to get into the good spots and meet girls and that¹s exactly what happened. My best mates, Zach Iser (who’s now a big wig ICM talent agent) and my friend of 19 years Evan Spesier started The Dunmore Group. We worked for ourselves and actually had some really good momentum with it, until we decided it was a good idea to issue company credit cards to ourselves. At that point things went south
when instead of getting paid at the end of the week I was paying the company back for massive credit card bills I ran up. For some reason I felt like I wasn¹t responsible for the card, but boy was I wrong. Anway, eventually we all grew out of it as college winded down cause mass texting is not a good look, but I used the skills I ascertained, the people I met and the parties I threw as leverage to really get into the scene as THE CHAINSMOKERS. I can assure you when we were hired first it wasn¹t cause we played good music it
was cause we brought a party.

Why/When did you start deejaying and what was your first DJ name? Where did
you play?

I started Djing when I was around 14. My mom got me Pioneer CDJ 100s and my
friends and I would mess around all day on them making mix tapes for ourselves. I think I went by DJ React back then, but by went by I mean only I knew that. I started playing sweet 16’s, bar mitzvah’s and silly parties and events for the people in my town. Once I dj’d a party for adults that only wanted disco. I clearly was not born in the disco era nor did I know much about it at 14 years old. That night someone came up to and goes, “This
is the worst disco I have ever heard! They would never play this at Studio 54!!” To which I replied, “Dude, I am 14 years old” while simultaneously watching Micahel Crighton grab ass on the dance floor. So there was a lot of this, my mom dropping me off with my equipment and picking me up after, but the money I was making quickly paid for itself, so my mom got on board and we hustled Westchester. Then I went to boarding school and brought my equipment with me. Within the first day there my Dorm Parent, Ill call him
Mr. Clean, came up yelled at me for playing my music too loud cause we were rocking out in my room and stole my power chord and that was that for Djing at school but I still did all the school dances.

How did you meet each other? How were @TheChainsmokers born? 

I answer this question to much. We met drinking out at Marquee, and a Chromeo concert. Rhett¹s ex hated me and they had just broken up so we used her as a point of discussion and a bottle of vodka and the rest is history. The Chainsmokers were born out of thinking the nightlife scene needed an injection of fun and better music. It seemed stale we thought we could do it better so we have it a shot. We decided our debut together would be at a party we created called the Mustaschio Baschio Twister Party. We had 2000 staches given out and covered the whole club with twister mats. Dj names are cheesy, we were learning how to play together, we smoked a lot, The Chainsmokers seemed cool enough, we had no intention of it sticking, and now here we are.

Any funny memories/illegal activities you care to share?

  • The time we walked out of **** on Labor Day weekend when we were supposed to DJ, we said it was cause we shit ourselves, well it wasn¹t that, it was cause they were being dicks so we left.
  • Also, once in LA we were supposed to DJ **** ##, we got there and it seemed lame and we got a call from our manager that *********’s closing party needed a DJ cause JusSke got sick. So we just walked out and went to ********* instead cause it seemed like it would be better, which it 10000% was. That night ended up being one of the best nights ever. Some rich guy literally must have blown an 8 ball off our records while Djing for a packed room, but that wasn’t the fun part. 
  • I once smuggled drugs into ****** for ****** ***** ******** which we were playing, who smuggles drugs into ******? so dumb 
  • Oh and once we Dj’d *** on mushrooms, well the last 15 minutes of our set. Our friends are truly assholes for dosing us that night luckily we were basically done.
  • I got hit by a car also on the way to DJ at *** once, I still went to the gig cause I needed the money and was rushing off Adrenalin, but when Rhett realized I was bleeding everywhere, I went home.

What’s up next?

PRODUCTION and lots of it! We want to make original music for the world and that’s what we are doing, but as Rhett famously said, we are such judgmental pricks, that we have got to make hot shit cause we talk to much shit to make bad music. Playing other peoples music is cool, but that¹s a dead end road eventually.

Favorite restaurant?

At the moment Rubirosa edges out Café Gitane for me. Their Vodka pie is on a whole nother level.

Now Playing?

Viceroy is a pal of ours his disco remixes are amazing. Also really enjoying the new Flight Facilities Track, With You and any deep house by Tensnake or Karmon. I love big room progressive but when you’re chilling out, it doesn’t exactly put
you at ease.

What is your cigarette of choice?

Parliaments, if they went out of business I would quit.

Interview with Max Harrington-Knopf


Where are you from?


I’m from Red Bank, NJ, and my partners in Bounce Media Group, Michael Arnone and Eric Gatti, are from surrounding towns close to mine. 

We are an NYC based company, working primarily out of General Assembly on 902 Broadway.

Note: Yes, we are from New Jersey. Yes, the three of us united due to a shared passion for protein shakes, hair gel, heavy bass, and being the overall worst people in the world. (I kid. It’s a nice area) But really, shout out to the homies, Paulie D and Snook Master Snook!

What did you study at NYU?

I am
senior at NYU, currently studying marketing, music business, and psychology.

How was @BounceBoat born?


After a casual night of jumping up and down with obnoxiously massive speakers doing irreparable damage to our hearing, the epiphany came to myself and Michael Arnone as the sun was rising and Deadmau5 was finishing his set; we needed to build upon this type of experience and get paid to do it.
 
After many long nights, brainstorming and “bouncing” (extra cheese please) ideas off of one another, we came to a consensus: Bounce Boat, NYC’s premiere electronic music cruise. So, we cleared out a dusty garage that following weekend, moved a couple of desks together for our laptops, and hit the ground running.
 
It has been more than a year since we founded Bounce Media Group, Inc., our umbrella organization, and we have been extremely fortunate to have seen tremendous growth in such a short span of time.  We took on another partner in Fall 2011, 23 year old Eric Gatti; Eric has proven himself to be an enormous asset to the overall operation, and we are so glad to have him as part of our team. Other additions to the Bounce team include Alex Fisch (Colgate University) and Shannon Gelson.
 
Previous Bounce Boat dates include August 11th, 2011 and May 31st, 2012, both of which completely sold out to rave reviews. The third boat will take place on Thursday, July 19th and tickets and tables are nearly sold out.

We have big plans for expansion in the upcoming months, and we’re thrilled to continue seeing our vision to fruition.

Describe the process of putting one together.


  1. Network
  2. Coordinate the venue
  3. Network
  4. Coordinate the talent
  5. Have a sound crew quote the artist’s rider
  6. Create custom marketing material
  7. Launch tickets/tables
  8. Network
  9. Procure sponsors and venders
  10. Seek out new press
  11. Network
  12. Sell
  13. Buy a cool suit
  14. Rage
  15. Rinse
  16. Repeat

Use the “NYU” promo code and buy tickets to bounce boat here -> http://bit.ly/Meyaad  
100% of the proceeds I receive go to charity. 

On Anonymous Tweeting

As most of you already know, twitter has become over-saturated with ‘anonymous’ nightlife accounts. It used to really piss me off. I saw it as if there was a party that only the right people knew about, that suddenly leaked, and now had to deal the bridge and tunnel crowd. I felt I should be the “doorman,” and not let them in on the conversation. Then I realized I was being an elitist prick and was tired of following 20 people. I remembered why I started @NYUNightlife; My mom began following my personal twitter and caught me in a “where were you last night?” lie. I remembered the freedom I felt being able to say whatever I wanted, and the fun I had early on when no one knew who I was. 

I get it. You work for a company and don’t want them to know what you’re doing after hours. If you’re just starting out, I wish you luck. Just do us all a favor and don’t retweet everyone and suck dick to get more followers. Find a voice, try not to tweet too personally, and contribute. I stole #NightlifeBirthday and perhaps overused the #tweetofthenight thing, but I also made stickers, homeless signs*, and now I’m interviewing people. I’ll save the @KirillWasntHere story for another time, but the point is you have to bring more to the table than a fork and knife.

Anonymously Yours,

En Wayu

*NYNightlife gave me the Operation Homeless idea

Interview with DJ Theory

                    

First off congratulations on graduating this year… Let’s just start with the basics…Where are you from?

I grew up in Connecticut, about an hour or so outside of the city. 

Which artists influenced you growing up?

I heard a lot of jazz from my dad, miles davis, john coltrane, chet baker. I use to listen to that kind of stuff in car rides with him. I grew up listening to hip hop, puffy had just assumed the alias p. diddy, rockafella was running shit with freeway, memphis bleek, young gunz, mariah carey was crushing it, I remember watching glitter and thinking, “I should be a DJ and date her, huh.” I feel like there was a lot of sample based hip hop coming out at the time. I used to buy CDs and read the liner notes to see where the samples came from. I grew up in an interesting generation, vinyl was gone but not forgotten, CDs ruled the digital world, the mp3 became relevant around the time I turned 13/14. I was able to get my hands on a lot of music; I still have a some mp3’s I downloaded on napster with DJ Clue shout outs all over them.

What school at NYU did you go to? What did you study?

I went to Gallatin. God bless that program, seriously. Let me just repeat that one more time, Gallatin is fucking sensational. I was able to focus on music, and took courses that actually mattered to me. I’m actually the secret bastard child of the Clive Davis School of Recorded Music. I don’t even think they know that. I took 64 credits there. Literally, half of my degree was there. I think that should make me a minor? I’m not sure; I probably just didnt fill out some paperwork to get a minor or something. I made friends with the person who registered kids from different programs in Clive Davis classes. Brought her brownies and shit. Asked her how her day was going and BOOM I was in whatever class I wanted. I went to lectures by Swizz Beatz I wasn’t supposed to; I found that if you usually just show up somewhere and are eager and attentive, NYU will probably accept you. Anyways, I wanna learn how to engineer or how to master a record… okay so take “The Art of Mastering” at 2 PM, and an engineering course with (insert music industry legend here). I looked around at what I was doing with my life and career, and built my degree around that. Took a real estate course to learn more about how commercial real estate works in the city so in case I ever wanted to open a spot, maybe I didn’t need a realtor. Gallatin isn’t a trade school though so I need a concentration in something some what academic. My senior year came around and all I had done was take music courses and DJ’ed and I was like well fuck, lets pull something together. So I made a concentration in the psychology of a performer; a concentration that addressed everything from stage fright to the ethics of nightclubs. Does the short cut to bigger better gigs do you a favor or a disservice, whatever the short cut may be? It was sort of a critique of nightlife too, and the DJs role in it. DJs see a lot of shit. You’re almost an employee of a club. Are you more an employee or an artist?? Should you commodify your labor and not maintain your artistic vision? (I wish cashin’ out had come out 2 years ago, all I would have to say is: DO U CASH OUT OR NO?). Ultimately I combined what I did in my professional life and what I did in the classroom to form a kick ass degree. I cannot repeat this enough: if you’ve already figured out what it is you wanna do or who you want to be, TRANSFER TO GALLATIN and fuckin do it. LIfe is too short for requirements. 

Did you dorm?

I never dormed. I actually transferred from Sarah Lawrence my sophomore year. I found a great apartment on Mercer St with a pool on the roof and asked kids what the fuck a dorm was. 

Freshman year memories?

None pertaining to NYU, sadly. My freshman year I was at Sarah Lawrence in Bronxville, which is 30 minutes outside the city in westchester. I use to take the metro north into the city at 8:45 PM to go DJ, but the last train out was at 1:53 so I’d have to catch the 5:25 AM one to get back to my dorm room in Bronxville. I also use to lug my own mixer around, so I would fall asleep in grand central clutching my backpack and mixer like they were my first born child.

Funny stories?

I DJ’ed at [name redacted, a nightclub] and they gave me a free bottle. Standard practice. I had a few sips out of it, and popped the cork back in it (it was Patron Silver) and stashed it in my backpack, almost like a little snack for later. DJ the night, go home, pass out. Woke up at 11:30 AM, my class started half an hour ago, had an oh fuck moment, grabbed my stuff and sprinted to class. Walked into the lecture hall in the stern building, the big one and found a seat at the back. I sling my backpack off my shoulder and half way to the ground I realize its my DJ bag. OH fuck, the patron is in the outside pocket. My bag hits the ground and the patron bottle EJECTS like a cork coming out of a champagne bottle. This thing starts rolling down the stairs of the massive lecture hall. Clink clink clink, I swear to god, it got louder with each stair. About half way down, the actually top of the bottle comes out, and patron starts guzzling out everywhere. The bottle comes to rest at the feet of the professor (who actually didn’t speak english very well, I’m not sure how he was teaching a course on economics..) Talk about fucking awkward.

Also, I’ve taken out my laptop in class (having not shut down Serato the night before), opened my computer, and “RACK CITY BITCH, RACK RACK CITY, UGHH RACK CITY BITCH RACK RACK CITY, 10 10 20 ON YO TITTIES BITCH” starts blaring from my laptop speakers amidst a discussion on political justice and social welfare.

Why and when did you start Deejaying? First gigs?

I started when I was thirteen, I’ll spare you with the typical-parents-records-learned-in-my-bedroom story (haha, but I did do that). My first gig was at the now defunct One Little West 12th for 150 bucks I think, maybe even free. I worked for an awful awful douche-of-a-promoter who will remain unnamed. This guy told me NOT to play “any of that cheesy old 80’s shit” on the NIGHT michael jackson died. Horrible. But it was a good way to be introduced to nightlife, at the bottom with a long way to go. There’s a series of certain spots that everyone on the come-up plays at first; Su Casa (gone), 205 (also gone), Antik, La Zarza.. I did all of those, it was fun and shit pay, but I loved it. I was so green and so excited just to DJ.

Tell me about being signed to 4am.

I met Jonny very early on, and hes been like an older brother to me, much like everyone else. 4AM is great. It’s a gathering of industry heavy weights that vouch for you. It’s a brand. If you’re on 4AM you don’t suck. In fact, you’re fucking awesome.

You travel monthly now… between ATL & LA, what’s “that life” like?

I love traveling. I actually enjoy flying. I’m sure this will change in 100k + miles. A group of my close friends moved to LA or live there, so going to spin out there is great, I have a whole crew of close friends I get to see and stay with. Traveling and DJing is definitely a chore though, you miss out on things like Sunday’ing (cleaning your whole apt and watching HBO) because you’re flying home. But the juice is worth squeeze if you ask me.

You recently put up tv wall mounting tutorials on instagram along with picture of quite an impressive production studio, what kind of music are you making?

Ha! Yeah. Whenever I don’t know how to do something, I like to figure it out myself. People rely on others too much to do stuff for them; mount a tv, deliver food, etc. I’m a TV mounting expert after doing it 10+ times haha. I built my studio from scratch. Not a Mac pro, keyboard, headphones and torrented fruit loops, I mean a real studio. Analogue gear, good monitors, acoustically treated the room. I do a lot of engineering, I’m working on a full mix/master of this artist’s album this summer. I work a lot with my production sidekick/friend/partner DJ Fresh Direct too.

Favorite restaurant(s)?

Hmm… Different restaurants for different things. Late night eats: Bubby’s, Waverly diner on 6th and L’express. Blue Ribbon is up there of course. I eat meals at weird times, so late night eats are what came to mind first

#NowPlaying? spectrum by zedd, great track

Nightlife needs [fill in blank] bigger clubs. More clubs. Not lounges. Not quaint rooms. Large nightclubs. 

NYU taught me [fill in blank] how to make the system work for me, not work for the system.

This one time, I was deejaying and [fill in blank] told lindsay lohan to go fuck herself by accident. We ended up chilling after someone told me who she was. 

As a graduate, what’s next?

Music. And life.