Herman spent his formative years floating above the Indian Ocean in a blimp. Like Rapunzel in her solitary fortress, the young boy would flip his golden hair from his bright blue eyes and do the only thing he knew to do: play to himself and his cohort of fist-pumping imaginary friends.

 

One day, shortly after graduating from imaginary DJ school, Herman’s airborne home collided with a passing flock of seagulls, causing it to plummet violently to the earth with an almighty untz. As luck would have it, the little prince landed in the motherland of dance music—the heart chakra of the universe—the island of Ibiza.

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At that moment, to paraphrase Melanie C aka Sporty Spice’s 1999 banger, Herman knew things would never be the same again. From then on, he traveled the world, fighting bad vibes and spreading holy energies through the healing vibrations of music.

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Herman has been lurking on the international dance circuit for close to 15 years, coming and going as he pleases—from private parties in London and LA to Coachella and Burning Man.

It’s not often that the guy plays at public events.

 

Some say it’s because he suffers from a severe case of stage fright. Others pin it down to a mild bout of insouciance. Whatever the reason, expect to see more of the man, the myth, and the enigma as he emerges from a 10-year hiatus of spiritual enlightenment.

 

Herman’s back, baby.