Who Dares to Believe in Me? A Night of Vinyl, Memories, and Generations United
Last night I had the privilege of stepping behind the decks at La Cochera Club, one of the most iconic music venues on Spain’s Tropical Coast. Thanks to Ignacio of Pura Vida La Herradura and Bacanal Music, I was invited to spin an exclusive vinyl-only set—a rare opportunity these days, and one that brought me right back to the roots of my journey as a DJ.
I carried with me just 60 carefully chosen records from Italy, the ones I decided were worthy of space in my travel bag. This limited selection reminded me of the years when choosing a record was a serious decision, when every single vinyl had to earn its place in your collection. Back then, you didn’t walk into the booth with a USB drive holding 32GB of tracks—you brought pieces of your soul pressed into wax.
When Music Becomes a Bridge Between Generations
The energy on the dancefloor was electric. People of all ages came together, united by sound, sweat, and smiles. Midway through my set, I dropped a track I hadn’t played in years—Who Dares to Believe in Me? by The Believers, produced by the legendary Roy Davis Jr. back in 1993 on Strictly Rhythm Records.
To me, it was once a track I considered “too commercial.” But watching the crowd respond reminded me that good music never loses its magic. A young DJ came up afterward to ask about it—he was born in 2005, twelve years after the record came out. And yet, it spoke to him as strongly as it spoke to me when I first heard it decades ago.
That’s the beauty of vinyl and the power of timeless music—it connects us, erases generational gaps, and reminds us why we fell in love with DJing in the first place.
A Night to Remember, A Passion Reignited
La Cochera’s booth was a dream: two pristine Technics decks, a warm rotary mixer, and a crowd that came to dance, not just to stand around. The vibe was authentic, soulful, and alive. I walked away from the night with my heart full and my passion renewed.
To everyone on the floor, to Ignacio, to Pura Vida La Herradura, to Bacanal Music, and to La Cochera Club—thank you. Nights like these remind me why I chose music as my life’s path. Here’s to many more.