DJ Frankie Wilde - The Rise / The Fall / Redemption / Disapperance (O surgimento, a queda, a rendiçao e o desaparecimento)

boa noite meus caros como tava com uma azia desmarcada e dormi mal resolvi por aqui um post no mínimo interessante para os life lovers e para os agarrados! por aqui dá para verem qual é o preço da droga e da vida louca... eis que vou falar de um dj que era visto por muitos nao pelo que tocava, mas tal como Maradona, como um show-man! este coitado ficou surdo e agarrado as drogas... bem mas eu n vos vou contar mais fica aqui no post abaixo primeiro encontram isto em inglês e a tradução em português por baixo.

----- The Rise

Anyone who’s spent more than ten minutes in a serious nightclub knows that there are two types of DJs in the world: those who play records, and those who play crowds. Frankie Wilde was the king of the latter group, uniquely able to transport all who witnessed him to the highest heights. The frenzy that Frankie could create on the dance-floor was surpassed only by the impossibly wild story of his real life.

Frankie Wilde grew up rough in Brixton, London, doing whatever he could to survive. From slaving in a chip shop to taking gigs spinning at the grimmest of London bars, Frankie paid his dues and honed his talent the hard way. “I remember seeing Frankie selling weed on Camden High Street,” remembers fellow DJ Angus Walker. “He was always hustling money so he could buy some tunes. There were even rumors that he was wanking off pensioners for some extra dosh to hit the record shops with”.

When the rave scene exploded, Frankie was ready. He was a master at crafting acid house and hard techno sets that drove crowds insane, and such a consummate showman that once you saw and heard Frankie, you needed more. Famed Tokyo club owner Takahiro Sugimoto recalls, “Frankie Wilde came to my club in 2000. I have never seen Japanese people dance like that in my entire life. And he was like a possessed man afterwards, guzzling champagne by the bottle. It was a wonderful. One of the cocktail girls here claimed that Frankie gave her the clap. I fired her.” Frankie traveled all over the world leveling nightclubs, but found his spiritual and musical home in Ibiza, Spain.

Frankie became to DJ club partying what Michael Jordan once was to basketball: overpaid and endorsed beyond all reason. There were Frankie slipmats, record crates, headphones — there was even a strain of ecstasy doing the rounds in Ibiza for a while called “Frankies” (they had the image of a little guy on them that could arguable be said to resemble him).

Frankie lived and spent accordingly to his newfound level of fame. He purchased a villa outside of the city center that would have made Caligula proud. He married a vacant supermodel to go with the house and the drugs. In the midst of the most decadent lifestyle possible, Frankie made the seminal club track “Otay.” This squelched-out acid instrumental was a bonafide international hit, even getting onto the straight charts for two months. You’ve probably danced to it a million times and wondered what it was, and you have for sure seen last year’s Volkswagen commercial that featured “Otay” as the soundtrack to a mini-night of clean debauchery.

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---- A Ascensão

Quem teve mais de 10 minutos numa discoteca sabe que ha dois tipos de djs, os que sao mestres a tocar os discos e os que sao mestres a enlouquecer os visitantes da discoteca. Frankie Wilde foi um mestre a por o pessoal "a bombar", A maluquice de frankie que passava para as pistas de dança so foi ultrapassada pela doidice da sua propria vida.

Frankie cresceu em Brixton, Londres, onde fez de tudo para poder viver. Trabalhava como um peqeno escravo tudo para conseguir alguns discos, mas depois vingou-se conseguindo subir a altos patamares da musica electronica com o seu verdadeiro talento. Um dos seus amigos disse "lembro-me de ver o Frankie a vender droga na camden high street"

Quando as Raves começaram a aparecer Frankie estava pronto, ele foi um mestre do Acid House e do Hard Techno que punham o pessoal doido nas pistas de dança. Takahiro Sugimoto disse "O Frankie foi a minha discoteca em 2000, e nunca antes tinha visto os japoneses dançar como nesse dia, ele parecia um possuído bebendo pela garrafa, foi fantástico!" Frankie viajou pelo mundo fora tocando os seus discos e era residente em ibiza, Espanha!

O Frankie estava para o Deejaying como o Maradona esteve para o futebol ou o michael jordan para o basketball, muito bem pago e a cometer excessos.

Frank viveu de acordo com a sua ascensão e com o seu nivel de fama. casou com uma supermodelo, e no meio da sua decadente vida produziu a musica "otay" e conseguiu com essa musica ser um hit do acid internacional estando nos tops durante 2 meses.

------ The Fall

Right about there is where it all went south for Frankie Wilde. “He was a monster with the coke,” recalls one-time girlfriend Michelle Nelfi. “I’d be ready to go to bed at 5 am, which is bad enough in the first place, but Frankie — he’d still be up the next day at 6 pm when I woke. I remember one time he decided to try and give himself a coke enema because snorting and freebasing wouldn’t get him high anymore. It was one of the single most repulsive things I’ve ever seen. Could not get the mess out of my bathroom tiles.”

Mountains of cocaine and scotch by the gallon started to take their inevitable toll, as did the pounding sound systems that Frankie stood virtually inside of every time he DJ’d. With little warning, Frankie Wilde went utterly and completely deaf. Unable to hear anything but a maddening ringing, Frankie became unbearable — some say he went mad. Inevitably, his wife, stepson, manager, fans and record deal disappeared.

He sunk into a self-imposed exile, holing up in his bedroom, working his way through enough coke to power a small city, and banging on his shattered ears in hopes of knocking them back to life. Techno music journalist Tino Baldwin recalls, “The rumors about what Frankie was up to in that room were just insane. Some club groupies claimed that he was trying to carve two new ears on the top of his head — just sick, impossible things like that.

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------ A Queda

A namorada de Frankie disse "ele era como um monstro com a cocaina" e disse tambem "as vezes eu tinha que estar pronta as 5 da manhã e ele ficava acordado ate as 6 da tarde desse dia. eu lembro-me tambem um dia que ele decidiu mandar uma dose de cocaina porque ressonava e gemia e n aguentava mais... foi uma das coisas mais repugnantes que vi em toda a minha vida.

Montes de cocaine e alcool tornaram-se inevitaveis na sua vida, tal como os excessos com o som desde toda a sua carreira de dj, mas isso tornou-se mau e ele ficou completamente surdo! com isso Frankie ficou impossibilitado de trabalhar naquilo que mais gostava... alguns dizem que ele ficou passado e tudo se perdeu, a mulher... o seu manager... os seus discos... os fans... tudo o que lhe dava a fama no deejaying!

Timo baldwin um jornalista da "scene" de techno disse que alguns rumores apontavam para a loucura de Frankie e que ele tentou até por dois ouvidos no lugar dos que tinha :o algo puramente de LOUCOS! Ele isolou-se num quarto e ficou muito mal.

----- The Redemption

After scraping the bottom of his psyche (rumors of a very real suicide attempt abound), Frankie dug himself out of the depths. He ended up at a clinic for the deaf on the coast of Spain, where he learned sign language. “Me and some mates ran into him on the beach a few months after he came out of his house, and he was just a changed man,” says Ibiza party promoter Gemma Englund. “He could read lips perfectly and he was all smiles. He seemed quite drunk, I’ll admit. But I didn’t spot his previously ever-present circle of coke around the nostrils.”

Frankie’s manager Max Haggar, always one to see an angle, began building Frankie up as the world’s only deaf DJ. And it was true — Frankie found a method to make music despite his lack of functioning ears. “He was always obsessed with flip-flops,” says friend Devin Creighton. “Anyone who went by his house saw his closet full of the bleedin’ things. So what he did was glue these flip-flop tops onto a couple of massive speakers and slide his feet in there. He felt the beat through his entire body.”

The press started to come around and the crowds were ready to pull for The Deaf DJ. Buzz was building, the scene was ready for a new champion, and Max prepped Frankie for his return. Haggar engineered a stellar comeback gig for Frankie at Ibiza superclub Pacha (a resurrection the likes of which hasn’t been seen since the first Easter).

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A Rendição

Depois de atingir o pico da sua demencia psicologica, Frankie foi para uma clinica de reabilitaçao em espanha onde o ajudaram tambem a falar gestualmente, e depois de este sair da clinica muita gente falou com ele e o Frankie era uma pessoa mudada, e a Promotora de festas em ibiza gemma disse que ele conseguia ler perfeitamente os labios das pessoas e assim comunicar com elas.

O manager de Frankie, Max Haggar, tambem viu as coisas com outro ponto de vista e tornou-o no unico dj surdo no planeta ate aos dias de hoje, Frankie conseguiu tocar com as vibraçoes e batidas das musicas no seu corpo, algo nao muito comum!

Os media começaram a espalhar a noticia e os fans reapareceram, e max preparou frankie para voltar de novo a acçao e ele voltaria a tocar no Pacha em ibiza!

----- Disapperance

Immediately after the set at Pacha, Frankie disappeared.

Haggar and Frankie's label people at Motor City had no idea where he'd gone. The press exploded, prayer vigils were held at the clubs, Frankie's ex returned from Asia to search for him. And then, eventually, the buzz died down and Frankie was just...gone.

As always, the rumors fly rampant. “I’ve heard he lives in a Sherpa camp at the base of Mt. Everest,” says Beats Per Minute magazine editor Steve Gillim. Frankie’s ex-drug dealer Sharks Gibbs says, “I know exactly where that motherfucker is. At the bottom of the sea. He came out to the docks after that night at Pacha and took a header right off the edge — sank like a stone.” Ibiza tourism board spokeswoman Isa Salvi has another take: “From what we’ve been told, Frankie Wilde decided that the best thing for Ibiza was to make an example of his devotion to a healthier life by leaving the decadence here behind. I only wish some more of these British tourists would follow suit.”

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----- O Desaparecimento

Imediatamente depois do Set da Pacha ibiza Frankie simplesmente desapareceu... os media explodiram com noticias do desaparecimento de Frankie, a sua ex-namorada ainda foi a asia a procura dele mas nada... nem um sinal...

mas como nao podia deixar de ser os rumores surgiram e um deles foi que o Frankie estaria na base do monte evereste, outro foi tirado duma fala dum ex-dealer de droga de Frankie "Eu sei exatamente onde esse filho da puta esta! no fundo do oceano, ele veio ca depois da noite da Pacha tomou uma dose potente e foi-se"

e assim ficou criado o mito do dj surdo e esquecido tudo o que tinha feito de mal... tal como maradona ficou mitificado pelo golo da mao de Deus e esqecido por todo o mal que fez! :)