On the nature of DJ Retirement

A real DJ never dies, he just gets hungover. But in retirement, the urge that sparked the first record store session, thumbing through hundreds of unknown 12" singles, and the subsequent session of a rockin throw down on the decks, hearing the music for the first time, playing it, with control, total spontaneity, total vibe; the irrepresible drive to do it for others in the hope of finding understanding, that urge is still there.

What puts a DJ into retirement might be the same thing that sends an alcholic to AA. Or what makes a boxer hang up the gloves. It's not a lack of love, but perhaps a rearrangement of priorities.

But alcholics relapse, and I could swear I heard that Marvin Haggler is getting back in the ring. Must be something in that.