Tranzit

Tranzit

Styles : UK Hardcore, House & Euro
Real Name : Paul H
Hometown : Toronto, ON, CANADA
DJing Since : '99
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Since '99 Tranzit has been on the scene with his blend of stabby UK hardcore, classic euro and hard dance that has cut a new groove in the North American rave scene. In the late 90's he picked up a mixtape from Toronto legend DJ Frisky, and was soon buying trance & house vinyl as a source for hearing the tunes he loved most. While still holding tight to some of those late 90's gems, it was hardcore that was the true passion and by the spring of '99 was buying up the latest hardcore wax as it flowed into the record stores. Quickly picking up bookings with the (now defunct) Hullabaloo, Goodfellaz & Icantstopraving crews, Tranzit made his mark on the Toronto scene within only a few short months. Since he's travelled North America playing to thousands for many of the top hardcore promoters across the continent. Now in modern day holding residencies with the Future Perfect Synergy and Raver's Only, Tranzit has settled into a groove of taking on crowds at some of the biggest Hardcore events North America has ever offered.

How'd You Get Started?
With a lot of really bad mixes.. I was always interested in music and knew I wanted to do more than just listen to it. As with nearly every other teenager in the 90's, I put together a lot of "mixtapes" of stuff recorded off the radio onto cassette (ya, remember those?)..  As CDs became commercially available, I began to buy as many as my budget would allow, and soon I just seemed to be the guy playing music at house parties and whatnot. Vinyl came next, and the rest really writes itself.

Best / Worst Road Story?
I'd have to go with my first NYC trip. After a 14 hour train ride (never again) with MCED, we show up in Manhattan without a clue as to what the fuck to do. We get a cab out to Jersey where our Hotel was (also, never again). After about 20 wrong turns and $100 on the fare later, we reach the hotel. This was simply a wonderful prelude of the things to come. Next day, into Manhattan, then back to Jersey to grab our shit for the party. We end up transferring from the 7 line onto the G, but one of our metropasses fails at the turnstile.. I'm past the gates, MCED & friend locked out. I look at my watch, the train is pulling in, and we have 25 minutes to get to the venue before my set. Train pulls out, we're not on it.. I'm loosing my mind, figuring we're fucked. A gypsy cab picks us up, and we're en route. Another $30 (for about 3 blocks) and we show up with 2 minutes to spare.. only to find we had the set time wrong, and are on later than we thought.. All that for not.. what a mess.

The crowd was bouncing and I was just blown away at the energy in the room. What a party..  But, the real story comes on Saturday night after dinner. Catching what we "think" is the right NJTransit line back to the hotel, we pass the turnpike and start down streets that seem nothing like what we know. It's 4am, and we're all pissed drunk, tired, and want to pass out. After a while, we get concerned, ED talks to the driver attempting to figure out this mess. A massive guy who's drunk and coked out on the back of the bus gets up and yells "Get off the fuckin' bus" in the thickest Jersey accent I've ever heard. Another guy gets up, says "Hey, give him a break, he's lost", and sure enough an all out shouting match ensues as we continue deeper into the bowels of Jersey. The bus stops, end of the line, driver boots us off. We're lost, cold, drunk, and quite confused. Of course, the only other person left on the bus with us is the loud mouth/drunk/cokehead, who just moments ago was ready to shoot us, and now we're now standing with him in suburbia at 430am on a Sunday... Great.

Deliberating how we'll solve this mess, we hear "You lost?".. "You could say that".. You want a ride?".. Now, weighing our options, we're lost, drunk and have no clue what to do. Under normal circumstances this would be certain suicide, but we figure it's worth a shot. We walk 10+ blocks, hop into an SUV and he gets us to our hotel in record time. Granted, we were doing 80mph down residential streets, blowing through stop signs and red lights. Somehow we arrive alive, Best road story, ever.