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I love to dance. I love to get down and dirty. I don’t like to go out to clean, smoke-free nightclubs where there’s a VIP booth with corkage charges, or huge sound systems where DJ’s I never heard of hammer the drunk people over the head with mediocre records by people I have never heard of. I mean to say that I love it when it’s filthy. Really filthy.

I love the feelling of the bass pushing air through the windowless room. I love the sound fo frequencies shifting in the mid speakers. I love a messy shaker and drums that are a little off. I love to dance to the music and cheer on the DJ, raising my arms against the unseen resistance of the universe. I love to break free, lifting the pressue up over my head, and throw it off of me, shattering the tension all around me. I love our little dark places, our secret basements, our magic sound systems. If I never go to a super club again in my life I’ll be a happy man.

I suppose with this additude I can’t really expect to make much of a living. That’s been a question lately. The world has turned away from the chugging beats, and shifting feet of the music that asks you not to drink, but to hydrate yourself, elevate yourself, and deliver your body to the music. It’s hard work. But it’s time well spent, and I wanted to take a minute to thank the likes of Jeno, Garth, Cosmic Jason, Spun, Lindstrom, Manuel Tur, Joshua Collins, Kiko Navaro, Zen-Kei, Nick Holder, Stockholm Cyclo, Ame, Square One, Touane, Tony Watson, Elektrons, Mowree and Microstar for making the music that moves me in a way that leaves me euphoric, sweaty, smiling, and beautifully satisfied. Bless your hearts.

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