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As a youngster, Craig was into an eclectic array of music. "I went through all the genres--everything from old soul to Phil Collins to Metallica to Depeche Mode, D.R.I., Dead Kennedys...you name it." In short, he's the type of person who might have wound up wearing a "Disco Sucks" T-shirt back in the day. Instead, he became fixated on dance music, which he discovered "at this Littleton teen club called Phantasmagoria. Later, I worked my way up through the hierarchy of teenybopper clubs until I arrived at a place called Starrs, where I heard a DJ named Mark DeLeon play 'This Is Acid,' by Maurice. That track really blew my mind, and I've never been the same since."
In a general sense, then, Craig is little different from the legions of teens and twentysomethings who are leaping off the testosterone-fueled alterna-bandwagon to work their hips under flashing banks of strobe lights and Intellibeams. But he took his love of dance one step further by sneaking into 21-and-over clubs in order to observe big-name Denver turntable jockeys like Johnnie Contreras, who once spun for Dick Clark's American Bandstand, and DJ K-NEE. Especially key to his development was his friendship with jocks Thijs (pronounced "Ty-jus") and Tracy Jones, Contreras's protege and onetime Rock Island maestro. "I used to hound Thijs all the time so he would give me his extra promo records and let me practice on his turntables," Craig recalls. "Then Tracy snuck me into 23 Parrish, as he did many others, and I would just sit and watch him spin."
These tutors provided Craig with an education every bit as thorough as one he might have received in metroplexes such as Chicago, New York, Detroit, San Francisco and London, where the art of vinyl-mixing was trailblazed. From them, he learned to haunt the racks at Wax Trax (virtually the only place in Colorado to buy dance records during the Seventies and Eighties), pick up multiple copies of the same remix singles and toil for hours to beat-mix various dub and vocal efforts. "It was practice, practice, practice," Craig admits, but the results were astounding--the equivalent of a half-hour rock-concert tour de force blossoming from a three-minute album cut.
Out of this amalgamation of inspirations came the Craig C sound, a style that draws heavily from the combination of soul, funk and disco that began emanating from clubs catering to gay African-Americans circa the Eighties. "To put it simply, I play house music," he says. "It's all about a groove. But there are so many variations these days. I fit more into the deep-house category. My sound is a bit more abstract and is not necessarily built around drum rolls, cymbal crashes or major chord progressions, like many house tracks. My mixes have a lot of energy and momentum." In addition, Craig is not averse to using music with vocals--a controversial stance in certain quarters. "Some people really get going when they hear sets by DJs playing tracks with vocals in them, whether the singer's wailing or singing straight-up lyrics," he explains. "Then you have the DJs that just play instrumental and dub tracks all night and who seem to look down on vocal tracks, like they're too mainstream or something. I'm caught in the middle. My sound is too soft for the underground scene and not recognizable enough for the Top 40 scene. In general, though, people like vocals. It gives them something to latch on to. Vocals are definitely where it's at for me."
This approach was codified during Craig's 1993-1996 reign at the Compound, a South Broadway bar that "made me Craig C," he says. "I was only nineteen years old and too young to go out to any clubs, but I kept begging the owners to let me have a spin at DJ-ing. So they told me to go get an underage work permit, which I did. I played for free during happy hour until I got a chance to fill in on Fridays and Sundays when one of their DJs quit. Some of the coolest people I'd ever seen before were dancing to my mix."
During this period, Craig met Greg Diehl. "He was doing the 'Rhythm Society' party with DJ John Chamie," he recalls. "We started playing together after realizing we had the same taste in music. So we started up a Tuesday night that took off like Sunday, and the legend of house music at the Compound was born. It was really the first club in this city that really understood and appreciated house music."