houston just might be the most amazing person i have ever had the pleasure of entering my life. i think i knew this the first time i met him. he is unbelievably kind and generous, phenomenally intelligent and wise, remarkably patient, and undoubtedly the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Houston knows and more importantly understands sound.
I have much respect!

i do not have as many words to sum up houston as others.

i only have one that describes him well in my opinion:

a n i m a l

period.

i often think it more from the unfortunate technical glitch's standpoint...

"Problem, we have a Houston!"

i can't count the number times i've been up on deck, wobblin around and trying to fit a top loading cd into a front loading cd player [wait, yes i can, its been like at LEAST 5 times], and all of a sudden KERPLANKO!!! the sounds dead, everything's dead, and i'm pretty fucking sure i didnt just spill my southern comfort on the powerbar. so what does any self respecting dj do when faced with such technical mayhem from some other plane of malfunctionatude...? you look up at the sky, you take a deeeep breath and at the top of your lungs you yell "HAS ANYONE SEEN HOUSTON?" and within nanoseconds, possibly nanominutes, this immaculately shaved alien dome, most often with a headlamp, will come bouncing out of the forest or down the beach with EXACTLY the transformer adapter or USB cable or freekin camoflage rubber ducky that your failing, flailing equipment just happens to need in that time of technical distress. i dont know "how" he does it. but he does it each and every freeking time. makes it look easy even.

so, in conclusion, this dood is the motherfucking man. you best give him props and love and the super jedi respexx he deserves, coz this is my homie right here, and i aint fucking around, and if the shits going down, no matter WHAT it is, in ANY situation, you best hope you got a Houston in the room, or capsule, or upside down jeep in the river, coz thats the best chance you have at figgering the shit out, yo.

watch for the book me n houston are putting out about TecHniCal Smoking, shits gonna blow minds about the way we approach getting baked on herbs :

one love to the houstinator, my hotknife partner in crime, the last starfighter, inspector gadget and motherfucking the ghost of macgyver's mullet.

WONKITTY WONK!!!!

fucking eh.

Wow. Talk about multi-talented. Watching Houston is a cinematic experience....this boy is floetry in motion as he does his tai chi-esque tweekings of the sonic frequencies....DAMN. And his elvish appearance and wizardry on the mixing board make him even more mesmerizing....I want to film him every time I see him. And his skill as a sound man is awesome, he's got a Midas touch for sure. Any party organizer in the psy scene would do well to book this creature. His generous Leo nature makes him down for the cause if it involves what he's passionate about....music. And he's definitely saved my ass before!
I hear legends of Houston every time I drift through the Sunshine Coast and it makes me grin.