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David Ardila
Low Ceiling • Slothacid • Sapient Robots
@oasis.seattle @houseworks.music
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
9 years ago today, I left Venezuela with one suitcase and $400.
I grew up in a small farming town called Calabozo, during the collapse of the country. Like many Venezuelans, I eventually understood that leaving was the only option if I wanted to build something for myself.
When I arrived in San Francisco in 2017, I slept in my cousin’s closet for three months while working construction and restaurant jobs just to stay in the country.
For the next few years I moved city to city chasing something stable. Serving tables, Uber at night. Living with Seven people in a one-bedroom apartment. Car sales. Health insurance. Financial pressure and constant uncertainty.
Then the pandemic hit and I moved to Seattle when everything shut down looking for more opportunity, and instead I found myself in the darkest period of my life.
Breakup. Isolation. Depression. My grandmother died. A car accident. And the job I’d spent months preparing for, said no after 5 rounds of interviews.
Around that same time I was working doing deliveries and had become obsessed with house music while driving around Seattle.
One night in 2022 after years of not going out I went to a club called Monkey Loft, I needed to meet people and get myself out of the hole I was in.
I had never been to an electronic music event or even seen a DJ play live. That night changed something in me, it healed me and inspired me.
One month later, after chasing that goal for years, I landed my first job in tech at Microsoft.
Two months later, I bought my first DJ controller.
I became obsessed, it felt like a calling, I had never had a passion or a hobby and music had given me direction and during a time where I had completely lost it, and community when I was alone in a City.
Eventually, I found myself surrounded by mentors and playing some of the same stages I once stood in the crowd dreaming about.
9 years ago, I came to this country searching for a future.
I just never imagined I would find it through music.
The tension before getting on stage. The calm of opening a room. The energy of a packed dancefloor. The explosion after a good drop. Dancing with the crowd in intimate spaces. Going B2B with your best friends. Scenic views in dope places. This is why it’s worth it.
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🎥 @raveheadtim
Back tonight at one of my favorite places to play at, catch me tonight at @qnightclub 🪩🕺🏻
Back tonight at one of my favorite places to play at, catch me tonight at @qnightclub 🪩🕺🏻
Back tonight at one of my favorite places to play at, catch me tonight at @qnightclub 🪩🕺🏻
A few shots from Saturday opening for @ayybomusic at The Showbox 🪩
@jaogaz_photography 📸
A few shots from Saturday opening for @ayybomusic at The Showbox 🪩
@jaogaz_photography 📸
A few shots from Saturday opening for @ayybomusic at The Showbox 🪩
@jaogaz_photography 📸
A few shots from Saturday opening for @ayybomusic at The Showbox 🪩
@jaogaz_photography 📸
Crazy how small moments shape everything.
A couple years ago in Seattle, Alfonso Tan (@alfonso_tan) played a track by DONT BLINK during a show we were both on. I didn’t know them at the time.
That moment pulled me in. I started digging through their music, and their label became one of my favorites.
At the time, I was just starting to produce. Two years later, I released on their label, LOW CEILING.
Tonight, I’m bringing them to Seattle for their first North America show with Houseworks, with both Alfonso and I on the lineup.
A whole night happening because of it, people connecting, discovering new music and creating moments that will lead them somewhere else too.
All because of that one moment.
.
@santiagol3on 📸
Crazy how small moments shape everything.
A couple years ago in Seattle, Alfonso Tan (@alfonso_tan) played a track by DONT BLINK during a show we were both on. I didn’t know them at the time.
That moment pulled me in. I started digging through their music, and their label became one of my favorites.
At the time, I was just starting to produce. Two years later, I released on their label, LOW CEILING.
Tonight, I’m bringing them to Seattle for their first North America show with Houseworks, with both Alfonso and I on the lineup.
A whole night happening because of it, people connecting, discovering new music and creating moments that will lead them somewhere else too.
All because of that one moment.
.
@santiagol3on 📸
Crazy how small moments shape everything.
A couple years ago in Seattle, Alfonso Tan (@alfonso_tan) played a track by DONT BLINK during a show we were both on. I didn’t know them at the time.
That moment pulled me in. I started digging through their music, and their label became one of my favorites.
At the time, I was just starting to produce. Two years later, I released on their label, LOW CEILING.
Tonight, I’m bringing them to Seattle for their first North America show with Houseworks, with both Alfonso and I on the lineup.
A whole night happening because of it, people connecting, discovering new music and creating moments that will lead them somewhere else too.
All because of that one moment.
.
@santiagol3on 📸
Mountain top festival set is up now on YouTube
Incredible camera work by @santiagol3on as always
@twilightsoundsystem 🔊
Link in bio.
Counting down the days to Seattle summer 🌊
#houseandtechno #seattledj #summer2026 #morelife #seattlemusic
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