A spy in paradise
by KRISTA
Saturday, October 3, is the night that Stereo opens. It's also the night that Shaun Pilot and Etienne, the duo behind the countercultural orgies called Squeeze, present Transmission, an evening of "superlative fantasy." Held at Medley, DJ duties on the night will be shared by a varied array of local and international talent, including NYC's Legends resident Adam Scott and the mysterious and elusive Parisian spy/producer/DJ, Bob Sinclar.
Bob is most famous for that funky Jane Fonda workout song you've likely heard being played by any number of local jocks. Bob Sinclar, who says he cannot reveal his real name for fear of being found out by a myriad of bad guys and jilted lovers (he's quite the casanova), was kind enough to grant me a fax interview so that I (and you, faithful reader) might be able to find out a little more about him.
Given Monsieur Sinclar's reputation as something of a ladies' man, I was curious to know if there was some story behind the "Gym Tonic" tune (the one with the Jane Fonda sample). It turns out that back in the pre-spy days, Bob used to make Ms Fonda tapes for her workout classes, and they had been quite friendly. Unfortunately, Jane then met Junior Vasquez and decided that she preferred his hard-driving house sound to Bob's funkier, disco soul-inspired sound and fired him. Bob was somewhat upset, to say the least (he even cried). "Gym Tonic" is M. Sinclar's way of saying, "I'm over you, Jane." Word on the street is that she's now suing him. Shame, Jane!
Keeping with the theme of love and related issues, if you've taken a gander at Bob Sinclar's Paradise album, you will have noticed the abundance of partially clad and nude women gracing its sleeve and labels. Not that there's anything wrong with that (if you haven't seen the album, you should try to find a copy). I asked M. Sinclar straight up about his apparent obsession with the female form. This was his response:
"Sex is one of the most important things in my life. Having sex makes you feel like you're listening to the Paradise album on a club dancefloor with a massive sound system. Orgasm..."
Bob also cites sex as his favourite hobby, but maintains that producing music and searching for funky old records to play at his private parties, or at Acapulco's La Villa Macho where he holds a residency, come first on the list of priorities.
Despite his busy schedule, Sinclar still finds time to enjoy his days in as normal a way as possible. He gets up early in the morning, works out, then has a traditional French breakfast (croissant, coffee) and reads the paper before embarking on his daily secret missions. Nighttime, however, is when he comes alive. As he puts it, "James Bond has a licence to kill. I have a licence to mix."