DjHouseman

DjHouseman was made on the floor, not in the booth. Oslo, early 1990s: house music had just reached Norway, and the parties were small, loud and passed on by word of mouth. Warehouses on the edge of town, basements with one strobe and a bass bin, nights that ended when the sun came up. He stood in those rooms as the four-to-the-floor arrived, and the moment when a whole floor locks into one groove is the thing he has been chasing ever since. For most of the thirty years that followed, the music was the passenger and the work was the driver. He built startups from the early 90s onward, and that work took him through residencies in Denmark, the USA and the Arctic before the road brought him back to Oslo. House went with him everywhere: records bought in every city, nights at the front of other people’s sets, and a photographer’s eye that kept looking at how light moves a room. Five years ago the decks finally came home, and the deep, fat house beats that had been collecting for three decades found their way out. He taught himself the way he had built everything else, by doing it, and the last two years changed the scale: the name got around, the bookings came in, and DjHouseman went from a late-night curiosity to a working house DJ with a calendar. He is the house side of a two-name artist. As DjTranceman he plays goa and psytrance for the sunrise. As DjHouseman he keeps the groove: deep house and melodic house early in the night, building through progressive and tech house as the room fills, and when the hours get late, hard house with no apology. A DjHouseman set is a journey from the first warm-up record to the last hard kick, and the floor never gets dropped on the way. He never saw a house set as sound alone. He runs his own visuals, shaping light and image live with the groove instead of looping something behind it. And dancers are part of every show, turning the booth into a stage and the set into something you watch as much as you move to. Home today is Brattvaag near Aalesund, the west-coast town where he grew up, between the fjords and the mountains. From there he drives Scandinavia in a full-size 1992 Chevy Blazer carrying everything a show needs: decks, lights, visuals and the lot. The road is half the point. Nature on the way out, a floor waiting at the end, and the Blazer full of fat beats for whoever turns up. The studio is the newest room in the house. Alongside the trance releases, house edits and original grooves are taking shape, and they carry the same DNA: early Oslo basements, long northern winters, thirty years of patience and a lifetime of looking at light. Book DjHouseman for the house floor, from the first deep groove to the last hard hour, and DjTranceman for the trance floor. Sound, light and movement come as one.