DJ TARZAN
"Party Animal from the Jungle"
If you call yourself Tarzan, you love sex and hot dances. In the jungle it's hot and that's when you need funk, rock and pop. When the wild white man screams, the beer glasses rattle and the cola splashes onto the girls' thighs - yes, it's him: DJ Tarzan, the lord of fire and the vibrating dancefloor.
Tarzy-boy rummages quietly and lustfully through every oldies shop, every flea market and every second hand store. Jane lover T. picks up every promising old record collection personally before the owner bins it - he's got style. With Disky-Jarzy, being strict means bringing the sounds of his youth to the masses. "The main thing is that I enjoy myself", he says to himself, "but when people don't dance", he says with moist eyes, "I keep playing killer songs so long until they DO dance". Yes, that's DJ Tarz-ah -n too!
OK. And what about DJTitty? Yeah, only the best: strictly 1975-85 with a few notable exceptions that he chooses himself - everybody knows that. And how do you learn to be a DJ? The best people are those who were already burning up their first records on daddy's gramophone when they were 12. That was the case in any event with T-Zahn. His mix tapes, which he put together a year later on his brother's Schneider stereo system, managed to thrill 2 or 3 girls from his class. Later he thrilled far more of them - sometimes with music, sometimes with his body….
His first steps as a DJ were anything but a success: on a 4-day drink and dope-smoking orgy somewhere in the Lucerne region, Lee aka DJ got up himself behind the hot turntables. An hour later everybody stopped smoking and stared at the not-yet Tarzan, who said to himself: "If I practice, they'll stop staring". Today, they're listening and dancing.
Graphics: Tigergraf
