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When I was little, I had problems sleeping. I wasn’t putting myself to bed ever, really. My parents tried everything in the book to get me out, but nothing worked. One night, my dad was at the bar doing his funny dance to Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger,” and I asked him to pick me up. Less than five minutes later, I was out. Every night thereafter, he slung me over his shoulder just before bedtime and danced me to sleep—to Queen, Styx, Chicago, Meatloaf and lots and lots of Electric Light Orchestra.

ELO was our personal favorite. I ended up memorizing every word to every song off “Out of the Blue.” Anytime we were in his Honda Accord ’87, that 8-track went in. My mom had her input, too. Mostly Billy Joel, Tom Jones, maybe some Diana Ross.  She tried singing me to sleep some nights, but “Why Do Fools Fall in Love” doesn’t really set the mood for deep slumber. She gave me my very first piece of vinyl—1966’s “The Best of the Beach Boys.” After the needle gave up trying to stick to that record, she handed me the soundtrack to “Hair.” When the day finally came for me to start learning the value of a dollar and buy my own music, the first tape I went out and purchased was Run DMC’s “Raising Hell.”

How I got from 70s orchestral rock, surf ditties, and Broadway musicals to hip-hop, I’ll never know. But that diversity has stuck with me to this day. Just when I pledge allegiance to some new rap artist, I’m a bloodthirsty digger searching for a new, synthetic electronic sound I heard on satellite radio or on somebody’s blog. And then I’m back frantically Googling a soul or disco sample I recognized from an old tune or putting the finishing touches on a Dubstep mix I took way too much time obsessing over or re-organizing my play lists so I know the difference between bounce, trap and an old Dirty-South anthem.

The question of how I ended up spending half my waking hours in a nightclub is easy: I practically grew up in one.  Again, my father is to blame. He used to be the Food & Beverage Manager at Resorts Casino Hotel in Atlantic City, NJ, my hometown. I clocked more hours at that place than some of the people on payroll. And this was the 80s, mind you, when the casino strip was as glamorous as it would ever be: fur coats, pearl necklaces, big Cadillacs and Liberace (who I saw live…many times). The lights, the sounds, the electricity in the air, even the smells…these things never left.

Nor has my penchant for making people smile. In grade school I brought class clown to a new level. It cost me my grades, and also led to a few suspensions, but there was nothing I enjoyed more than leaving my classmates in stitches. Sometimes even the teacher had to take a second to regain composure. I thought maybe I’d make a good psychiatrist, helping people smile, so I went premed at NYU, till I realized the night before classes started that I’d have to sit still and study a lot. (Hence the B.A.) Naturally, I tried my hand at comedy (performed improv at the UCB Theater in 2001 and put together a sketch group called “Plan B”), but I couldn’t afford to be broke, and I was already getting gigs and discovering my knack for making dance floors pop. So, it was settled: I was to be a professional DJ.

Today, my career is in its 15th year with no signs of slowing down. I’ve played just about every NYC lounge, bar and dance club from Wall Street to 125th, from Brooklyn to the Bronx, not-to-mention residencies and guest spots across the globe; I continue to work with a growing list of high-profile clients, event-production teams and world-renown artists; I spin some of the most celebrated annual events in NYC, including the Brooklyn Black Tie Ball and Central Park SummerStage; I’ve created the most legendary old-school dance party in NYC history, the award winning Freedom Party® (voted “Best Party” by Papermag in 2010 and “Best Dance Party” by Village Voice in 2015; also a monthly in Chicago); and I continue to create unforgettable dance floors for people from all walks of life.

After years of hard work, dedication and professionalism, my name and reputation as a DJ in the music and entertainment industry precedes itself.  And though I don’t get to play nearly as much ELO at the gigs as I’d like to, and 8-track tapes (and Liberace) are long gone, my love for the music, the night, and for making people smile are still here.

Savior Elmundo is a Renaissance man; an accomplished dancer, choreographer, artist, and filmmaker who is driven by his  passion for creative expression. Born  in 1973, in Harlem New York, Savior had the privilege of coming up in the epicenter of the emergence of hip-­‐ hop while catching the  tail end of an epic art scene in NYC. The convergence of these two worlds informed this young man of the possibilities of the unresolved passions within him.

He became a young, talented, self-­taught dancer who appeared in music videos and on stage around the world with well-­known artists. With his skills and professionalism, choreography was not too far behind, as well as commercials, print ads, and numerous campaigns.

Later, Savior took an interest in filmmaking and found success in completing five short films that have been featured in several film festivals; the most recent was The HBO Latino Film Festival in 2011. He has completed a feature length documentary that he is currently submitting to various festivals for the upcoming year.

Soon after, Savior picked up a brush to express his feelings after the loss of a close family member and has continuously shown in art shows from 2008-­2018 in Los Angeles and New York. The frenetic layered style he has developed comes from the wealth of inspiration the streets of NYC offered  to him as a young man, hell bent on destruction, but ultimately choosing a life of creation. The evolution of his artistic style over the past eight years continues to expose the complexities of life, culture, and his personal experiences. His evocative collage pieces reveal a moment in time that is nostalgic and meaningful. Layers of paint, images, records, 3-­D letters, and other mixed media are reminiscent of the 80s  and 90s, the years when Savior was coming up and completely immersed in the music world.

Firmly established in the NYC art scene Savior also uses his clout to shine light on new talent. He has created a place for artists to come and paint  freely, connect with others, and gain recognition from NYC art enthusiasts. The weekly event is called “Collage NYC” and   it has been going strong since 2010.