The DJ was the soundtrack of a movement. The DJ was the shaman, the religious leader. The DJ give the preacher permission to MC. The DJ called out to you and you called back. The DJ’s clergy carried crates. The DJ was the holder of the drum, the drum that unified, the drum that silenced the screams and sirens and horns. The DJ changed reality. The DJ time traveled & resurrected ancestors that left us their sounds on plates the darkness of the many night skies between us. The DJ looked at no one. The DJ was ageless. The DJ came from nowhere and returned to nowhere like the silence between sounds. The DJ sometimes wore furry Kangol hats. The DJ made me smile.
This series is meant to highlight icons of this era.
A statement in any room. 16×16" inches, unframed matte, museum-quality poster printed on durable, archival paper.