Just like Waylon Jennings, I started as a DJ in Lubbock, Texas. Waylon was spinning Country records on the radio station KLLL (K-triple-L), and, a generation later, a 15-year-old me was mixing records at the town’s only 21+ Dance music nightclub, a coveted gig.

In those years, Country Music was something I rebelled against. I listened to Punk, Rap, and Dance instead. But Country was the soundtrack of my small-town life. Whether it was square dancing in Elementary School or High School dances, Country Music was always played.

In my 20s, I bought an old Ford Bronco that came with a Kenwood and a center console full of old Country cassettes. Hank, Merle, Willie, Waylon, Cash, all the greats. I listened to those tapes alongside House Music mixes by DJs like Derrick Carter and DJ Sneak that I bought while waiting in line to get into Raves.

I drove that Bronco from Texas, off-road along the Northern Rim of the Grand Canyon, all the way to the West Coast and down into Mexico. Eventually, the sounds of those worn cassettes merged together.

I would dream about what Foggy Mountain Breakdown would sound like through a low-pass filter or what Waylon would sound like with a drum machine. So, I made it happen. My mixes are ideal for drivin' but they're also good for chorin' and dancin'. They're continuous, beat-matched, and like the lines on the highway, the music never stops.