Desparados have been pushing the envelope of what it is to go to a party lately. In the depths of the Catalonian mountains, we were taken up in hot air balloons whilst listening to the live tunes of Jackmaster, Paco Osuna, and Honey Dijon, the latter whom we caught up with after coming down to Earth. Born and raised in Chicago during the epoch of house music, digging around in record shops and meeting her now long time friend and mentor Derrick Carter, moving to New York City and meeting another legend, Danny Tenaglia, who would also shape her musical taste.
A proudly black transgender woman, Miss Dijon is more than just a DJ. After she landed her balloon and wrapped up her set, Miss Honey talked to us about gender issues, online dating, and even got her opinion on Egypt's very own Horrible DJs. But it was great, I think countries that live in political unease for very long periods of time tend to be more celebratory about life and open about life and more embracing of people.
So I found very simple people in those things. What was it like growing up in the golden age of the Chicago house scene? Everything is worse because you have to realize that before the internet people actually had to go out. God forbid. God forbid [laughs]. There was no cell phones, there was no internet, there was no social media.
So you had to go out and participate in life in order to connect with people and to hear music and to be a part of subcultures and to bring something to the table instead of just taking away from what you want. So it was awesome. Who are you liking right now? Whose music am I really liking right now? Those are just a few people off the top of my head. Why would they put that horrible energy out there? Horrible DJs, really?
Are they white kids? People come back, people go away, so I still listen to a lot of people. Like Derrick Carter just made some new music and it sounds new to me. When I used to go out clubbing, I wanted to go out and hear music and be surprised. So I guess my sound would be inconsistency [laughs]. We went to a nightclub last night called City Hall in Barcelona and it was just two hours of dum, dum, dum Even worse and you would just wish in between they would play some Frozen, Let It Go, anything.
