There’s something very patient about Derrick Carter.
It’s not just that he puts up with my Skype malfunctioning as I call him in Chicago with good grace (incidentally putting on a highly creditable WWII pilot style English accent to go “HELLO? HELLO?” when my audio drops out). But his whole demeanour, the way he talks, the way he works his way around a topic, the way he lets humour seep into what he’s saying without going for the obvious zinger: all of it speaks of someone who’s willing to take time to get results.
Or maybe I'm just reading into it, given who he is. After all, this is the man who's sustained a quarter-century career as one of the coolest and best DJs in the planet, without ever having a "hype moment" or latching onto any hip scene. He's the guy who'll get the most dedicatedly moody techno-heads losing their shit to ultra-emotional vocal house. Whose mixing skills are up there with the flashiest and most technical DJs, but never resorts to pyrotechnics, instead making it all about the blend and the steady-build groove.