In the late 1990s
I was invited to DJ in Kathmandu, Nepal.
Western club music had never been played there before.
I chose Journey of the Dragons by Mad Mike.
Not to impress.
Not to dominate.
To introduce something carefully.
Mid-set, a helicopter descended.
The downdraft lifted my vinyl
off the turntable
and sent it into the crowd.
The audience didn’t react.
They received it.
That image stayed.