My older brother got into the rave scene at a young age through the usual social channels. Parallel to this, I had started writing music using trackers, as well as custom software, as part of my journey to explore creating art with computers. He received a pair of Technics 1200s for Christmas one year, and I taught myself to beat match. The music in his record collection overlapped with what I wanted to do with my own music, and thus began what is now my passion for techno.

I started buying my own records and recording DJ sets for nearly two years before I ever went to a rave or all-ages club night. My brother introduced me around and it wasn't long before I was playing at these events. My brother and I built a soundsystem and started throwing parties of our own.

The 90s rave scenes around the world attracted people for may reasons. The loving, open community. The drugs. The hedonism. I came to it purely for the music. I made friends and appreciated the community, but was laser-focused on emotive sound; and I was most comfortable on the performer side of the decks. This was reflected in our events. My collaborators and I were sober and on task, our music was loud and well-tuned (for the time), and our events were visually minimal and dark to emphasize the music. The DJ was rarely center stage to encourage partygoers place their attention on each other and the sound. These were generally renegade parties located in the desert, warehouses, or even construction sites.

In 1996, we started a weekly daytime beach event called "Warm Sunday". It was a delightful contrast to our all-night face-melters. Every Sunday at Mission Beach in San Diego, we would draw hundreds of ravers and incidental visitors out into the sun where we could exhibit our collection of lighter house sounds.