Return Of The Mack


Way back at the turn of the millennium, the first album on Ghostly was from a local kid (a Florida transplant) named Tadd Mullinix and the second album was under an alias of his, Dabrye. The Dabrye project led us to crazy places like venues in Glasgow and Tokyo, and to sacred spaces like the home studio of the departed J Dilla, who Dabrye collaborated on the song “Game Over”.

Tadd arrived to me/Ghostly via our friend Todd Osborn who heard the Matthew Dear / Disco D record we did in 1999, and Tadd gave me a mixtape in 2000 (a cassette, yes) that had snippets of these sleek, strange, and wonderful hip-hop instrumentals. We didn’t have big intentions other than to get them out in the world, and when his album One/Three came out in 2001 it put Ghostly International on the map of music heads almost instantly.

Next year we’ll release the final installment (but not the last word) in Tadd’s futuristic, vast trilogy of albums (featuring a world class array of talent) and we couldn’t be happier.

We’re also offering the previous Dabrye records (including the long out of print Instrmntl) in box format, limited to 500 pieces.

Big thanks to the believers who stayed with Tadd through this all especially Jason DeMarco at Adult SwimMichael Cina, and the Ghostly team who made this possible. Thanks to Tadd and Ghostly’s fans for supporting this art.

Listen to the new single feat Detroit’s Danny Brown and Quelle Chris plus Roc Marciano:…/danny-brown-joins-dabrye-on-new-so…/

Adult Swim site:

For the vinyl:

music MMXVII

much music dot TV

fave 2017 albums/compilations they have on Spotify (and Apple):

Some favorite Electronic tunes:

live DJ set from Montreal’s Datcha, recorded November 18th:


live DJ mix from 2017 favorites I have on vinyl, recorded July 4th:

Other DJ sets:

NTS LA April set

The Lot Radio NYC March set

The Lot Radio With Vinnie NYC November set

+ Ghostly new releases on Spotify (and Apple):

Saying Goodbye


Rooster came from a kill shelter down South as a puppy with a damaged eye and a nervous but cute disposition. He was brought to New York where he stayed for two years in a shelter, overlooked.

Untrained and impulsive, he wasn’t an easy fit and admittedly I wasn’t sure if I even wanted a pet. When they let us take him for a walk he nearly threw my back out he pulled so hard. I believe Rooster fought his way to a home and because of our care, our community, and especially KJ’s ultimate belief in his potential, for just over a year he had a family.

Not really knowing how to be a dog, to sit and stay at first, his personality and inherent silliness emerged with each day. He was proud of his accomplishments.

With his tender stoicism and red wisp of an eye, I saw Rooster as a mythic hellhound, nobly surveying the landscape like the ghost of another era, resurrected from the beyond in search of a home.

Rooster died today and while having his own life and dreams is, for me, symbolic of second, maybe even third chances. Not only for him, but for us. We can grow and we can learn to love again. Hope is not lost.