Circa 1979 - “Mom, I like the one that goes, “Hey sistah, can ya spare a dime”….”Play that one Mom, PUHLEEAAASEEEE…”Let me teach you how to dance, kid.” “OK” “You need to snap your fingers to the beat of the music”, she says as her burgundy, wrap around dress twirls around her heels, lost in the moment dancing with her son to Dona Summer, as she gets ready to work the tables again at a party in the hills above Malibu. Not ever thinking once the life she might lead later, or the woman she might become, a wife? Never. Never would she ever be like her own mother. No she had plans, and her lifestyle and relationships she had forged with the Hollywood elite, promised HER something different. She looked at her small 6 year old son, shaking his hips, and trying to get those fingers to snap in tune with the beats she was laying down, he would also be different… And so goes the story of the first part of my life living with a young female DJ mother in the 70’s, in Santa Monica. She did eventually quit but what she stirred in me in those years was a love for dance music, and a love for parties and nightclubs that would last for years to come. Once I hit puberty I was basically every parent’s nightmare. Living in the suburbs, catching a ride from friends at least 10 years older, driving into Los Angeles, and the skyline that was EVEN smaller in the late eighties, I was 14 years old and I was hitting my first ‘underground’ at Ground Zero in 1987 was exactly what I wanted. Running away from home to stay several weeks at a time in San Francisco, discovering clubs and openness like never before. Through the late eighties Goth & post-punk scene, with Ground Zero, Club F*CK!, Sinamatic, and Helter... into the early nineties rave scene I flowed when Doc Martin, Frankie Bones, Michael Cook, Mark Farina, DJ Dan, Kool Aid, Ron D. Core and his happy hardcore…(now that was some INTENSE SH*T) were bringin it over from Europe and New York. Aldo Bender & Gary Blitz with Happy Wednesdays on the pier in Redondo, to Marques Wyatt, with Does Your Mama Know? (the after hours that defined the nineties for me), the first of many incarnations of Groove Radio with the Eagle and Dawna Montel, and of course the purveyor of all things electronic, the one and only Jason Bentley on KCRW, to show us the new, bring in the current, and reflect on some great art of the past. These were just some of the names, and promoters who brought electronic dance music to So CA and established it forever in Los Angeles, where it thrives today at Avaland, Spundae, and DEEP, and countless original artists who are from or have relocated here. We do not get tons of respect in the Angels for what we have brought to the fold of such a vast music style as this one, but I can tell you firsthand…we have made some magic music history in this town….those of us that have spent time here, can definitely be proud. The summer of 1992 in So Cali really changed me forever as that was the year I truly married electronic dance music. The parties, music, friends, and memories I still reflect on like no other time in my life. When you are so free from responsibilities and do nothing but surround yourself with the most dynamic, creative, people you can make for some *ahem* entertaining situations! Some of us here in LA even reflect on that summer as being our ‘Summer of Love’. On to the mid nineties more sophisticated sounds of electro, and the insanity of Goa Trance and the great big Mojave desert and all the fun and dirty and eventually I found my way to the circuit and the bachnalyian elements to a party on the most EXTREME levels, that catered to a crowd more specific to my nightclubbing *needs*. ;) Through it all I have taken something with me. Styles will change. The members of the various music scenes will come and go…but the moment you feel that euphoria, when you are dancing next to your collective tribe at that moment, when you all know that all of you, at that moment, are a part of something greater. God? Possibly. But the only explanation I have is the family vibe of the human race does not know gender, race, sexuality, or class. It just is. Just like the music. The music just is. To share that music with your sisters and brothers is truly magical. It helps us evolve even higher as humans than before. And if we are not growing higher than we are dieing…. The first time I met Genesis P. Orridge of Psychic T.V. in 1992, at a party in downtown LA. I was wicked bent and he says, “For a man with such a big fucking hat, you sure don’t have a lot to say” I turn to him and laugh and say something along the lines of being brain-frazzled. He then turns to look at me, with pure MADNESS in his black eyes and says. “Don’t sell your self short mate; you were BORN to feel this energy!” Never thought much of it at the time but now I do. The energy is what I feel. What I feel for that energy is pure passion. Dance music has not only been a major portion of my life, it has been my constant partner and love. PLUR Sean Fisher 2006 .....Back to my first love.....MUSIC..... WWW.MASSIVEMEDIAELECTRONICA.COM ELECTRONICA-ZINE AND MY COMPANY THE DANCEFLOORDEMON AGENCY

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