Each month (we hope) Melbourne DJ and Onelove affiliate Tyson 'Generik' O'Brien will take you inside his never ending #tourofcool. Expect frothing dancefloors, hangovers, house music, orange Bacardi breezers and sprouterz...whatever the hell they are.
Hey Pulse, sorry my article is late but I kept having too many mid-week benders and I was wasted.
Yo guys! I’m Tyson from Melbourne but my Facebook friends call me Generik. I’m going to be giving you a monthly insight into my weird, wonderful and wasted life. Anyway, let me take you back a couple of weeks to the long weekend.
The week began as normal, running an hour or so late for work at Onelove HQ. As I work through the week I always find myself looking forward to the weekend ahead and my run of DJ gigs. Friday night I played at Seven Nightclub in Melbourne for an Asian night and it was a fucking blast. It seems that with growth of that dirty word ‘EDM’ that more and more kids, ravers, and even suits, are getting down on the dance floor - and that has to be a good thing right? I know this must seem a little controversial but in the past most Asian nightclubs have been heavily based around RnB, so the dramatic shift into the dance world is pretty amazing. I’ll tell you what though, the funniest part was walking out of the club at 3am and seeing a few kids on their hands and knees spewing their shots up. You stay classy, Melbourne!
Poof Doof, ‘A Gay Club For Homos,’ was my Saturday night. I’m going to call it right now: Best club in Melbourne. I’m straight, though given my current look you could be forgiven for thinking I like the dudes. Seriously though, Poof Doof is rocking. It’s a proper gay club full of tops-off blokes, drag queens and fag hags dancing all night to house music. The vibe that promoters Hockers and Michael Delaney have created at the doof is next level.
I started at 2am played till 4am…my shirt came off at about 5am. Eventually when I dragged (no pun intended) myself out at around 6:30am, I was so surprised at how on point the crowd was. Call me ignorant, but I didn’t expect a club full of shirtless dudes to be frothin’ hard on Patrick Topping, Shiba San, Motez and Dusky. I’ve got a semi just thinking about my next show there.
Sunday was spent hungover, eating a shit load of food and organising new music for a set with the crazy lads from Peking Duk down in Geelong at Eureka club. For those playing at home, Geelong is about an hours drive from Melbourne. Geelong crowds are always up for it and with Peking Duk having sold out their solo shows all around the country, they were in for a treat.
When I hit the decks at 1am the club was at capacity, it was heaving. Playing for an hour was great; I got to hit the turbo button, mix quickly and play some new jams which I’d just got from Astronomar, Burns and Motez. Running late as always, the Duk boys joined me on stage just in time for Darude’s ‘Sandstorm’ (an oldie but a f***ing goodie!). With all the ‘sprouterz’ going mental, Adam and Reuben went in hard, getting super sweaty and drinking way more than what is humanly possible (FYI – ‘sprouterz’ are young girls who completely froth on music / DJs / the scene and basically want to get into Flume’s pants). Another weekend done and dusted!
Last week I flew to Sydney for a bit of Motorik action and then played Pacha Sydney at ivy. A few mini bar bottles in my hotel room and an instagram video later it was time to head out for a night of power drinking, dancing and techno.
Kicking off at The Passage, the A-Team of degenerates started to assemble which is always a dangerous thing. By the stroke of midnight we were well and truly in techno-mode so Jensen Interceptor and I jumped in a cab and headed out to The Imperial Hotel in Erskineville for the Motorik party. When we walked in Beni had the place jamming, the Cherokee Indian dressed girls were grooving and the Café Patron was flowing. Whilst peaking off my tits I came up with the brilliant idea that Bacardi Breezers (orange flavour) would be the only thing that could get me through the night. Needless to say with its high sugar content, drinkability and my orange tongue, the trend had been set. New drink of choice people, get involved!
Little to no sleep is a great idea when you’ve got a big gig at Pacha Sydney. There was no choice but to go to the pub, watch a game of AFL and get blind on a few schooners, middies and…and my new orange drink of choice. The boozy afternoon turns into pre drinks for Pacha. The line is huge, the vibe is alive, I’ve got the new Calvin Harris record on my SD card and I’m wearing white jeans, I’m ready.
Dancers, fire twirlers, vodka bottles, dancers, Co2, flames, smoke, more vodka… what more could you possibly need? Say what you want about the ivy, but f*** me that venue is amazing and the crowd is well and truly up for a wild night.
Flying home hungover sucks, seriously. I love Sydney - but don’t tell Melbourne that.
Anyway, peace out! Until next time I get around to doing this. Love and flowers, Tyson & his best mate, Generik.
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