2 Hour mix from early hardcore to early terror.

DJ Graat From Early To Terror Mix

Shortkickz was born in 1992! The same year Thunderdome was born! Hardcore music has been a part of my life from a very young age. I was always stealing my mothers mixtapes as a young boy to blast about school with her walkman and Rockports. 😅

From the UK, North Yorkshire..

Hardcore is my Life.

Just doing me.. 

 Styles.....
* HARDORE * TERROR*
FRENCHCORE * MAKINA * EARLY RAVE * GABBER * SPEEDCORE * DRUM AND BASS *  PRETTY MUCH, ANYTHING I ENJOY

Take a listen to a mix..

Thanks for the support!

“Anti Uptempo Social Club”
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Gabber. Industrial. Speedcore enthusiast. 

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DJ Graat (Gerard Visschers) 

The name came from the very first party, when the record was playing named: 
Chosen Few – Name of the DJ. 

Everybody shouted “DJ GRAAT “  And the legendary name was immediately chosen not by the Chosen Few but by the audience! 

DJ Graat is consistent with his love for music all of his life.  
He is been involved in music as long as he can remember and especially his love for Hardcore! 

When DJ Graat was a child he would put cassette tapes together from his Father with all of his favorite music, the radio played everything he liked and so his love for recording and mixing had been born.  

In high school it really started to kick of when he knew he would be a DJ for life for the hardcore scene! 
He met someone who had more experience and the chemistry began, they soon became best friends with the same passion for Hardcore❤ After he visited for the first time the house of his new best friend he was totally sold to all the gear and equipment that was over there. It was a dream to work with all of this equipment.  

The time had arrived that he could afford his own DJ set, through a friend of his he could procure a set for a good valued price and the marriage between DJ Graat and vinyl had been fulfilled! After purchasing 2 brand new Technics SL 1200’s the love for the hardcore scene only grew stronger and stronger.  

The styles of music where the heart of DJ Graat belongs are Oldschool & Millenium but his absolute favourite will always be and remain Early Hardcore!  

 

Thank you for reading my biography. Love to all of my fans!

In valleys deep where echoes dwell,
A tale of sound I weave and tell,
For in my heart, a rhythm beats,
I’m bound to music, life’s sweet treats. 

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s fall,
The melodies around me call. 
They dance on air, like whispers soft,
In every note, my spirit's loft. 

With strings that strum a lover's plea,
And drums that thump like hearts set free,
In every chord, a story lies,
A world unseen beneath the skies. 

From jazz’s soul to rock's embrace,
In each new tune, I find my place. 
A symphony of joy and pain,
Through highs and lows, I’ll sing again. 

Oh, vinyl spins and cassettes rewind,
Through every genre, truth I find. 
The whispers of the past ignite,
In every heart, a spark of light. 

When silence falls like evening’s shroud,
I seek the sound, the vibrant crowd. 
For life’s a stage, and I the pawn,
In music’s web, I am reborn. 

So let the trumpets rise and soar,
In every beat, I ask for more. 
For in this life, my truth is clear,
I’m a music junkie, forever sincere. 

.........................................


In the realm of melodies where shadows dance,
I found my heart in rhythms, in a trance. 
From the earliest dawn, the echoes did call,
Soft whispers of music, I surrendered it all. 

The notes like rivers, they flowed through my veins,
Each chord a companion through joy and through pains. 
With every sweet harmony, sorrows took flight,
In the symphony's embrace, I discovered my light. 

Yet fingers, they fumbled when trying to weave,
The fabrics of sound where I longed to believe. 
The canvas of silence, though tempting to brush,
I witnessed true mastery in every soft hush. 

For the muse was a beacon, not meant to be tamed,
In the heart of the lyrics my spirit proclaimed,
That music, while distant, would always remain,
A companion in journeys, in sunshine and rain. 

Through valleys and hills where my path became clear,
The whispers of song, they drew ever near. 
For though I may wander, through dream and through strife,
In the tapestry woven, I found the true life. 

So I dance with the rhythm, embrace every beat,
As life unfolds stories with each measure I meet. 
With courage anew, and my heart open wide,
I step boldly forward, with music as guide. 

In the march of existence, a truth I now see,
The notes of my life are forever with me. 
Though creating my sound was not meant to be mine,
In the embrace of the music, I know I will shine. 

.........

From youthful days, a symphony began,
A melody that shaped the soul of man. 
No clash of arms, no kingdoms won or lost,
But inner battles, counted at what cost. 

The speakers hummed, a portal to the soul,
Where stories danced and passions took control. 
A hero's journey, etched in every note,
A whispered secret, from a singer's throat. 

I tried my hand, to weave a sound anew,
To pluck the strings and make the music true. 
But clumsy fingers, could not find the grace,
To build the castles in that sacred space. 

The instruments, like rebels in my hand,
Resisted efforts I could not withstand. 
I bowed my head, admitting my defeat,
To be a listener, oh so bittersweet. 

Though I could not compose a single strain,
The vibrant chords would wash away the pain. 
Through darkest nights, and sunlit, joyful days,
The music's comfort lit familiar ways. 

A guiding star, through stormy, troubled seas,
A gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. 
From soaring heights to valleys deep and low,
The constant rhythm helped my spirit grow. 

I see my path, diverging from the stage,
A different calling, on a different page. 
Yet music echoes, in each step I take,
A silent partner, for goodness sake. 

No matter where life's winding road may lead,
The seeds of melody, a vital feed. 
A vibrant tapestry, forever spun,
The epic soundtrack of a journey done. 





