DJ Garth

My first dalliance into the SF house music scene was at the tender age of 15, when I purchased a cassette tape by local legend DJ Garth. Yes, I said CASSETTE tape. It was 1992. It had a hot-​pink insert with black writing. I played that tape over and over again morning and night. I danced to it in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I blew my Keropi frog whistle to it. I did my homework to it. I woke up to it and fell asleep to it. It traveled with me everywhere and eventually sometime in 1995 it broke in my mother’s toyota tercel stereo, which was possessed by evil forces. I carefully extracted it from the cassette deck and tried to piece it back together with bits of scotch tape, and even got a few more listens out of it til it eventually died for good.
Here I am 15 years later and still addicted to his signature eclectic homegrown blend of beats.
Thank goodness for mp3’s though.