One of my early teenage memories is sharing a very small bedroom with my brother and having to listen 24/7 to his clumsy attempts to scratch on the turntables. Not only that the turntables took away the non-existing living space back then, but I couldn’t run or hide. Neither could our neighbours (if you have seen “La Haine” you will understand – loudspeakers on the windowsill happened in a suburb of Zurich before it did in Paris). So after many discussions and a hearing damage, I finally gave in and let things go their way. There was no way in heaven that I could break this young DJ’s passion for black music and technology. “DJ Record” was born and my new role was decided too: official vinyl carrier.