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For years, D-SIDER has run naked through the streets of music. From an early age, he was forced at near gun point to play piano. After gaining a 6th Grade classification from the Conservatorium of Music, he swiftly hit puberty and realised piano was for girls, and he was bigger than both his parents. With this new found freedom, he tried his hand at some more 'manly' passtimes. Drumming and Rugby League.
It is the latter that he has to thank for his current passion. During the winter of '99 he was involved in a rather nasty football accident. After nearly requiring a leg amputation, having a major and never-before-done surgery, and getting the internet connected for the first time he began downloading this crazy new file format known as MP3. It was there he stumbled across the sounds of THE CHEMICAL BROTHERS, THE PRODIGY and a misnamed artist he would later learn was actually a genre... HAPPY HARDCORE.
It took him four years to grow the balls to attend a "rave party". And it was UTOPIA ANZAC Day Long Weekend '03 that would pop his rave cherry. Dabbling on and off with 'the scene' over the following years, it wasn't until late 2005 before he finally made rave his home.
Borrowing money from his friends and family, he bought a Stanton DJLab.2 in May of '06. A hardcore Bedroom Banger, he would belt out a raw (like sewage) fusion of ill-matched tracks for a couple of months before discovering the genre he loved the most.
It was hard... It had style... It was no real surprise, then, that it was HARDSTYLE.
Right from day one, he has always maintained he has no interest in making a career out of mixing. What started as a way to ammuse himself and his mates while drinking will always remain that way. However, 12 months after beginning this adventure, he received his first spot on a lineup, courtesy of DANIEL ANTIX.
Today, he has a healthy string of UPCOMING SHOWS... But the day he looks at these awesome opportunities as anything other than "Gettin' Drunk with My Mates and Playing Some Hard Choonz" is the day he'd expect those around him to slap him in line.
Come see what all the lack of fuss is about...
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