Amazing vibes mate, love that disco stuff

Where it all started for me. With zero previous experience and 3 weeks to learn I purchased a basic online course and a DDJ 400. 

It was the 17th May 2024.

At Plankies.

Playing to about 6 people.

Love Crush Vol 1

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REG2RD - FASTER 
Retro vibes. Modern energy.
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Reg2rd - Faster

Brooklyn Home

Disco Darling

Beautiful

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The Past is Prologue

Fixed that one riser that was way too loud on some systems.

Event Horizon

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Rauw Alejandro & Bad Bunny - Qué Pasaría (Giuseppe Notti Remix) FILTERED 4 SC

Each month we'll drop a fresh 50-90 min set- exploring different sounds: House, Minimal, Techno, Dub, Disco & more. 

In this episode Kessa made a mix for the easy underground HOUSE listeners. Raw, deep and smooth.

Kessa's | September mix sessions

Mouths like lint in the ventilator,
blowing soft, recycled weather.
They speak in slow photocopy,
same sentence, different paper.
Words fall like loose change,
clink in the gutter of my skull,
every phrase a borrowed echo
from a distant, sleeping mall.

Hum of a fluorescent gospel,
speechless  prayers in stereo.
Nobody sings the same tune,
nobody knows where the chorus goes.

Endless talking, empty windows,
air like radio you can't tune.
They say the sun will rise tomorrow —
but they forget the moon.
Chatter like a drowning chorus,
all the edges fade to grey,
voices knitting up the nothing,
and I watch the meanings fray.

They have maps drawn on the inside of their eyelids,
instructions printed on the back of their hands.
They trade in rumor like currency,
spend it fast on shaky plans.
Watching mouths arrange themselves
into polite, machine-time smiles,
I count the teeth, I count the pauses,
find the missing lines.

Static priests on static pulpits,
preach the weather, name the pain.
Like wind-up birds on windowsills,
they keep chirping the same refrain.

Endless talking, empty windows,
air like radio you can't tune.
They say the sun will rise tomorrow —
but they forget the moon.
Chatter like a drowning chorus,
all the edges fade to grey,
voices knitting up the nothing,
and I watch the meanings fray.

Tap the glass, hear canned applause,
buy a ticket to the pause.
Our names are scribbled in the margins,
lost between the nods and laws.
If truth is a quiet house,
they build a highway through the walls,
drive their tongues like trucks at midnight,
until the last lamp falls.

Say something, say anything:
it’ll sell a chair or calm a storm.
But the room remembers silence,
and the silence keeps us warm.
Turn the dial, find the pulse,
let the static be your light —
less is less and less is honest,
less is finally alright.

Track from the album "Canary In The Coalmine"

Canary In The Coalmine

Static Sermons

Producer/DJ from the USA specializing in House, Lofi and Pop. (DMV area)

New songs every 1 to 2 weeks. Deep Dance rhythms and smooth lyrics designed to make you FEEL...

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Disco Darling

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