Homayoun Behi (also known as Ewan, Persian: همایون بهی, born February 22, 2000) is an Iranian electronic music producer and sound artist. He is one of the co-founders of the Radiopodc MUSIC label.

In 2020, he began his professional music journey by joining the International Federation of French Musicians (FIM) and the Association of Iranian Music Artists. In 2022, he left both organisations and continued independently.

In May 2023, he became affiliated with the Cafe De Anatolia label and later collaborated with Soundavenue. That same year, he released an EP titled Recovery Time through The Electric EDN Records, a sublabel of The Audio Atelier.

In 2025, he released the single "A Thousand Regrets" under the Le Guaro Music label — a fusion of trance and techno built around the haunting vocals of Vahid Taj, with atmospheric effects drawn from the voice of the late master Mohammad-Reza Shajarian. The track combines elements of Persian classical poetry and deep cinematic textures, marking a distinct point in his artistic evolution.

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DJ Rascal from France is one of the most successful French DJ's of the 90's... 

10 times DMC DJ finalist 1988-2000 
Vice European DJ Champion 1989 
Luxembourg DJ Champion 1988
 
DJ Rascal ... A Living Legend ♔

DJ Rascal was one of the most emblematic DJ's of his generation and one of the most successful technically in France during the closing decades of the 20th Century. In 1988 he became Luxembourg Champion and Vice European champion next year in 1989, and then participated in the DMC technical Championship French final for the world championships no fewer than 10 times between 1987 and 2000. 
He was also a pioneer in many areas of DJing.  He invented the concept of "boys band turntablism" - team 
scratching concept - in 1990 with a first show at the Hourtin military base (France) a full year before the first appearance of Q-Bert in a U.S. TV show in 1991. Though Q-bert is remembered as the inventor of that style, he is not and it is time to render unto Caesar what is Caesar's. 

DJ Rascal was also one of the first to self-produce an After Hip-Hop & New Jack mixtape on Cd in 1997-98.  Up until then  K7 had been the dominant format employed.  The production of a 24 minute mix After 
Hip-Hop composed solely of breakbeats, intros, interludes and scratching helped to bring a unique 
atmosphere to the scene at that time. 

But above all, his greatest strength is his ability to adapt to any type of music programming as well as 
animation shows.  His 40 years of experience spinning in clubs, with and without micro-animation, combined with his sharp festive programming, and impeccable technique, make of him a complete DJ able to play any style – House, Techno, Lounge, Chillout, Acid Jazz, Soul, Funk, Disco, Rap / Hip-Hop, R'n'B, French or international variety, etc.   

It  would take too much space here to review the career of DJ Rascal in full, but if we were to summarize a few highlights, then we would certainly keep in mind the hundreds of scratch demonstration shows, concerts, entertainment & nightlife clubs in France, Belgium, Luxembourg , Spain, Switzerland, etc. There were also countless radio and TV shows, not to mention that he was one  of the pioneers of Hip-Hop and DJing in the late 80's along with DJs such as DJ Dee-Nasty.  He helped democratize Hip-Hop and the art of DJing in France with MC’s including Destroy Man and Johnny Go, Lionel D, as well as others too numerous to name. 
He is considered as one of the most respected DJ's of his time. 

Still, his story is not finished ... 
DJ Rascal plays on, and will continue to do so as we dream into the future.

"There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So don't worry about the people from your past, there's a reason they didn't make it to your future"

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DJ Rascal from France is one of the most successful French DJ's of the 90's...

10 times DMC DJ finalist 1988-2000 
Vice European DJ Champion 1989 
Luxembourg DJ Champion 1988

DJ Rascal ... A Living Legend ♔


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Thorne’s voice was steady—too steady.
“The Coranthium is volatile, yes—but only when mishandled. What I carry isn’t just ore, it’s coded. Locked. A failsafe keyed to my biometrics. Kill me, and it destabilizes. Try to force it open, and… well, you’ll see how quickly your ranks scatter.”

A low murmur passed through the Vantoth squad stationed in the dimly lit airlock. The boarding party had spread just inside the corridor of Thorne’s own ship, armor-clad and motionless. The leader stood at the center, unmoved but alert. Neon saw it—the shift in tension, the split-second hesitation behind the visor.

“You expect me to believe that?” the leader asked, voice tight with scrutiny.

Thorne shrugged. “Believe what you want. But you’ve tracked us this far. You know what I’m capable of. You didn’t come aboard to call my bluff—you came to make sure I don’t activate the cascade.”

He was lying. Neon knew it. There was no cascade. But he sold it flat, clinical, like the countdown had already begun. Her heart pounded. If this fell apart, there was no backup.

The leader raised a hand, halting his squad. “Let’s say I do believe you. What do you want?”

“Safe passage,” Thorne said. “A corridor out. No pursuit. In exchange, you get the coordinates of a second Coranthium source—twice as pure, half as unstable.”

A long silence. Then a scoff. “You lie well, Thorne.”

“I lie exactly as well as I need to.”

The leader’s gaze shifted again to Neon. “And her?”

Before Thorne could reply, Neon stepped forward. “I’m the failsafe,” she said coldly. “You take him, I trigger it. Separate us, it activates. You want Coranthium? You play by our terms.”

The corridor tensed. For one breathless moment, time held still.

Then it came—the signal. A soft chime, almost indistinct, like a glass bell struck far away.

Thorne’s signal.

Neon didn’t hesitate. Her fingers found the decoy vial hidden in her sleeve. She snapped the cap and threw it hard against the floor between the nearest Vantoth soldiers. A burst of smoke erupted—thick, acrid, blinding.

“Run!” Thorne shouted, grabbing her wrist.

They bolted down the narrow corridor of their ship, smoke trailing like ghosts behind them. The Vantoth shouted in confusion. One pulse round seared overhead, but they didn’t slow down.

Thorne swerved toward the helm. Neon slammed the inner bulkhead panel as they passed, re-engaging emergency lockdown. The door sealed behind them with a hiss.

In the cockpit, the stars were already shifting.

“Are we clear of the tractor beam?” Neon gasped.

“Almost,” Thorne muttered, fingers dancing across controls. “Hold on—”

The ship lurched. A final tug, then freedom. The stars stretched, blurred, and then they were gone—into driftspace.

Neon leaned against the wall, chest heaving. “You said I’d know the signal.”

Thorne grinned without looking. “You did.”

“And if I’d missed it?”

“I had a backup plan.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?”

He didn’t answer.

Neon turned away, heart still racing. They were off the Vantoth grip—for now. But Mystica wasn’t finished with them yet. And neither was he.

She was starting to believe him.

And that was what scared her most.

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