It was Edgar Allan Poe who once said “If a man deceives me once, shame on him – if he deceives me twice, shame on me”. And if that’s really the case, DJ Rebekah might be feeling a little embarrassed right now. Last week, I wrote about how she was working with Francesco Tristano – a man who previously collaborated with Derrick May on his orchestral shows. It was basically Tristano’s role to conceal the fact May cannot play the piano.

Last weekend, she responded to my post via Instagram stories – whilst not explicitly naming this blog. She appeared to be more irked by my suggestion she had lost interest in her own campaign than in saying much about Tristano, other than saying she didn’t doubt his “professionalism”. Which is curious, because at no point did I question that either. Her whole response stunk of deflection and distraction.

This week, she’s scrubbed almost her entire Instagram page. All the old posts have disappeared – only a selection of stories from the archive remain available. No explanation was provided as to why the DJ deleted all those old posts, other than some waffle about “a new feeling in recovery”.

Whenever someone does something like this, it reminds me of one of those TV programmes at the airports. In this episode, a man was suspected of trying to import drugs into Australia, but police found nothing on his person or in his bags. Baffled, they brought in the dog – who was quickly able to establish the man had stuck a bag of cocaine up his arse…

And it didn’t take very long for me to find a picture of DJ Rebekah herself with none other than Alan Oldham…

Who’s Alan Oldham, you ask? Well, he’s DJ T-1000 and he’s also a long-time friend of Derrick May. A very long time friend, indeed – they knew each other as children. May hired Oldham in the 1980s to do some illustrations for the vinyl on early Transmat releases, which got him into the industry which he remains in today.

The picture was taken on September 10th, nearly a year after her #ForTheMusic campaign was launched. Managing to be pictured with no less than two of Derrick May’s friends – a man whom she vociferously spoke out against last year when allegations reached the dance music press, remember – within the space of a few weeks is just plain careless.

No doubt Rebekah will disagree. But when you decide to spearhead a serious campaign with a serious purpose, you’re going to be held to a higher standard than otherwise…

By The Editor

Editor-in-chief at Amateur’s House.