MARCELLAR: An Origin Story
MARCELLMAR started out as a a fragment of a name I picked a long time ago amy email handle. Gmail was just coming in online. 2005 I think.
As the always in techness techie.
I jumped in. I don’t know why. I guess I was eager to participate.
To see what was possible. Always after the wow factor. Amazing. Oh my god. Look at what this thing does.
This box of wires and plastic
that can help me speak to someone across the planet. Just touch it.
Type it. Is it real? It is. I can do. something.
First Gmail Account - Chicago, IL
Well. fast forward a few years and there I was in my new apartment.teaching is beginning to wear me down.
So I tinker with programming. Computer programming. Cause.
I want that “do something“ feeling again. wow. “What is that?” feeling.
“What does this do?” feeling. I tried. failed. Tried again. failed.
Starting a new semester. Failed again. So. I quit.
Focused on teaching. It was my job. Fear of losing drove me. But to a limit.
I didn’t care anymore. They could see it in me. I
know they know they can see it in me. Motions.
I go through them. Enough to keep them satisfied.
But not enough to keep me in.
Teaching at Chongqing University of Technology - Chonqing, China
My first crack at programming outside of university life.
I started tinkering with DJ’ing in my early teens. Obsessed with house music since I was 8 years old. Or 10? Or 12. I was in it.
Every Friday night recording mixtapes with my tape player.
Hitting pause on the shitty parts. And record on the good parts. Pause. Record.
Pause. record. All night. Until I had a 45 minutes of goodness.
Funny thing is I never really listened to it much after a few days.
Until the next Friday of course.
Deciding which parts to delete and which parts to record
over filled me with joy.
DJing at Home - Chicago, IL
Grammaphone Record Shop - Chicago, IL
In my twenties. Record shops. Hours and hours of record shops. I couldn’t get enough.Clubs. Records. Girls. School. Pot. Basketball. In that order. Bought 12 in techniques and a mixer. And I was hooked.
Mixing and listening. On my own. Too afraid to actually go ask for gigs in some of the
greatest dj spots in Chicago. Never blossomed. But I never stopped mixing.
therapy for my soul.
My First DJ gig in China - Chongqing, China
But again. Lazy. Teaching. Afraid to do something on my own.
and risk Failing. So I stick to teaching. its safe. Until I am fired.
The first time. At least it felt that way. We parted amicably,
but it wakes something in me.
I teach again.
Looking for safety and security but underpinnings of self
sufficiency begin to brood.
DJ Gig in Chendu, China
So. I love music. I love mixing. Get gigs all around Chongqing, Chengdu, etc
but I finally want to make a name for myself. Mars One I thought.
Maybe a t-shirt with my name on it will make me look cool. Recognizable.
I go online. Download some software for logos. And make my name.
Looks cool in red and gold and black. But not without some
serious back and forth. Editing till we get it just right.
I Send the file to taobao (an online shopping experience in china similar to amazon). We can do it. We can send it to you in three days.
First T-shirt edited
Order is finished, shipped, and I get it. Wow. Oh my god. Look at this thing.
Cotton and polyester and paint. Just touch it. Is it real? It is. I can do.
So. We at MARCELLMAR believe that it ain’t the shirt, the pants, the hat, the shoes, or anything that you wear that matters. Its you. Your hands. Your heart.
Your mind. Touching something. Feeling it. Breathing life. Into it.
That gives it meaning, realness. and a belief. That you too. can do. Something.