Time has told that Norman Doray and myself were always destined to deal with each other on the move. Where our first interview, some six months ago, took place as he prepared to leave his hotel in LA to return from a sizeable spate of American shows, the time inbetween has certainly treated the Parisian big room master considerably well. Now well accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the states and it’s glowing appetite for House music, his ongoing plight to bring melodic sanctuary to a genre he has served dutifully since his explosion on the French underground remains evident in the sheer size of everything he touches. Speaking to me just minutes before leaving for the airport for his largest American endeavour to date, there is a subtle tone of boyish excitement behind the energetic Frenchman on the other end of the line. For the cliché may go an American werewolf in Paris, but this time Europe has created the monster to which America must now answer. Continue reading