By New Times
By Derek Askey
By Mark Deming
By Serene Dominic
By Jason Keil
By Robrt L. Pela and Amy Silverman
By Jeff Moses
By Serene Dominic
Emile Ananian is a gifted DJ, and he'll be the first to tell you so.
Last February at an underground party called Icee, I walked into a trailer to buy water and found Emile, obviously out of his head, ranting to no one and everyone in a line of 25 people about how much the rave kids worship him. One quote clearly etched in memory: "It's hard to come back to Earth when you're treated like such a god!"
Even before I witnessed that scene, Emile's reputation preceded him--in particular a story about how he booted ex-porn star turned celebrity DJ Traci Lords off the tables at the Enit festival in August of '95, because, as Emile told me in a later interview, ". . . that bitch couldn't spin a top, let alone a record."
Before the Icee water line, I'd only run across Emile once--at a full-moon party on a mesa in the Superstition Mountains, where he declared himself the "king of break-beat, master of all forms." I wrote him off as a punk. Then I heard him spin.
It was last October, at one of the local DJ talent showcase Unity parties at the Icehouse. Emile was outside in the 2 a.m. to 4 a.m. slot, pissed that he wasn't in the main room--"they had me and the reggae DJs out there in Ted Kaczinsky's love shack," he said later--but he still played a gorgeous set. I was there when he took over the tables, and my attention was riveted until he nodded goodbye to the crowd two hours later. Emile's a freestyle DJ. His record crates are full of wax ranging from old-school hip-hop to hard-core, with jungle, trip-hop, electro, break-beat, drum 'n' bass and plain old techno in between. And in those two hours at Unity, he wove a phenomenal sonic web, elegantly linking and interlinking different forms, referencing old stuff as introduction to new, bringing logical connections between different forms of underground dance and hip-hop music into clear relief. In short, it was deep. Once he was finished, Emile walked around a party of 800 people crowing about what a great fucking set he'd just had.
Thing is, though, you can talk all the smack about Emile you want--and go ahead, because he'll talk it about you--but you can't disrespect his skills, except to say that he's wildly inconsistent, which Emile freely admits. "I either suck or I'm amazing," he says. "So what? They said the same thing about Zeppelin."
Recently picked by URB magazine as one of the top 100 up-and-comers in the nation, Emile was born in Kuwait and moved to Phoenix with his family in 1989 after living in Chicago and L.A. He's 24 years old, and has two mix tapes out--The Beast From the Middle East (1995) and last year's Loud Mouth. During a recent interview on the terrace at the Tempe coffee house Higher Ground, where Emile hosts a weekly trip-hop/acid-jazz club night called Shake, a gangly kid came up and asked him to autograph a napkin. "I can't get enough of that shit," he said.
A few minutes later, Emile zipped out of the coffee house's parking lot in a beat-to-shit Honda Accord with 202,000 miles on the odometer and a collage of stickers on the back, including "Meat Is Yummy" and "Your College Sucks." Emile's other car is a Jostamobile. He works as a "sampler" for Pepsico, handing out free bottles of Josta at raves and other target market events. "I revolutionized Josta sampling, dude," Emile says. "I went out to Dallas and introduced the samplers there to using scuba gloves so your hands don't get ice-cold, and they were like, 'Genius, man, genius.'"
Emile talks sort of like he spins: fast and all over the map. Caffeine helps--you and him--and I went through three tall iced coffees in our little 45-minute chat. Here are the choice cuts:
Coda: How'd you become a DJ?
Emile: My God. I guess you could trace it back to fifth grade. During recess, all these fifth and sixth graders at my school would breakdance, and I somehow wound up in charge of the music, so I started buying all these 45s and 12"s for them to breakdance to.
Coda: And how'd you get into the scene here?
Emile: Well, I didn't for a long time. I was blackballed for years, man. Blackballed, blackballed, blaaackballed! Me and [local hip-hop DJ] Z-Trip, man, no one would hire us, so we became terrorists. If you didn't hire us, we'd sit out in front of your place and complain. One time a promoter wouldn't even tell me why he wouldn't hire me, so I tore down a fence and let 200 kids into his party for free. It was awesome. But, you know how it goes, eventually I started getting gigs, and people started buzzing about this guy who played really early or really late, and it just went from there. Back then, though, my mouth got me in trouble. More than now, even. It seemed like I'd say something and a situation would just blow up like Beirut.
Coda: Does your reputation as a bigmouth bother you?
Emile: Yeah. Well, no. See, no one complains about me as a DJ, but it seems everyone's got a complaint about my personality. And I'm like, "Hey, I'm not asking you for a date. I just want to play some records."