Published Oct 01, 2002Club DJ and producer Marques Wyatt brings the California sound to the dance floor. His latest album is called For Those Who Like to Get Down, on OM Records.
Yukon Gold potato chips (salt & vinegar). I am addicted! Two albums by Sphongle on Kinetic Records - eclectic, ambient, tribal, Indian music. My feet are in a flip-flop phase.
Mind-altering work of art:
Buddha statues - all shapes and sizes catch my eye, but especially the Balinese ones in my living room.
Most memorable or inspirational gig and why?
Playing the sunrise set at "Summer Love" - an outdoor event on an Indian Reservation in 1996 in Vancouver.
What has been your career high and low?
The low was in about '95-ish in Cologne, Germany. I arrived at night and me and the other artists were taken to some warehouse to sleep in tents (they took their M*A*S*H theme of the party at bit too far!). Leaving for the same trip, my passport broke in half and on the spot was declared "mutilated" so I missed my flight and had to go to passport agency and get a new one.
One of the more recent highs was the Acapulco Sound Festival in Mexico in 2000.
What should everyone shut up about?
Pronounce it the way it sounds (my name): "MAR-KUS WHY-ET."
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
Somalia or another African country that is experiencing incredible famine.
What trait do you like and dislike most about yourself?
I love people. I don't like that sometimes I forget that I love people.
What would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed, and have you?
When I think of Canada I think:
What is your vital daily ritual?
How do you spoil yourself?
A visit with Minga (my masseuse).
What was your most memorable day job?
The one I never had.
If I wasn't playing music I would be:
A civil engineer.
What is your greatest fear?
That I would have to be a civil engineer.
If you had a superpower, what would it be?
Telepathy with whales.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
Music and sun.
Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?
I don't cue records with my penis (at least not in public).
Strangest brush with celebrity:
Getting ready to play at the then L.A. celebrity hotspot Helena's back around 1986 with Madonna breathing down my back in the booth trying to tell me what to play. I ignored her and later she was getting down on the dance floor.
Who would be your ideal dinner guest, living or dead, and what would you serve them?
Mohammed Ali. Sushi.
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Bringing her grandbabies over for a visit.