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In a stroke of luck, someone has the audacity to allow me and four of my best friends to move into a cottage inside a nature reserve in North London. In the back garden, there is a lake. There are no other houses close enough that you could hit them with a stone. It turns out these three conditions are all you need to create the best two years of your life.
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I wake up on April Fool's Day in North London. It's sunny outside and I'm a lot happier now but people on Twitter reckon Frankie Knuckles has died and they don't seem to be joking. I've never really thought about it before but I realise that he's someone whose music's been there ever since I started to create an idea in my head of what adult life could mean to me. I've loved other bands and producers much more than Frankie Knuckles since I was 11 years old but there's no one else whose music's followed me through life quite like his has. There are other people in the world who'll miss Frankie Knuckles much, much more than me, and there are tributes to him already written that display an infinitely greater understanding of his life and the music he created than this one does.But he mapped my concept of the night out and the routes I've taken through them have, to a large extent, been guided by him. And as a suburban boy who grew up four thousand miles from Chicago, and as someone who never met Frankie Knuckles, I just wanted to thank him for that.@kevkharas
