I’m not packing clothes
for this year’s CMJ Marathon in New
York City. In fact, I’m not even bringing down a
laptop. Instead of spending five straight days inhaling various poisons,
feverishly blogging on the same nonsense that everyone else is covering, and
ransacking my weathered eardrums with out-of-tune guitar shreds and swollen
bass lines, I’m limiting my trip to one day and two nights, and seeing how much
I can cram in.
I’m not sure
what attracts dance driven hipsters to certain MP3 jockeys, but whatever it is
– Diplo must possess more of it than any other contemporary cracker with a
laptop and two decks.
During this past
Friday’s Mad Decent pandemonium at The Middle East, at least 100 people joined
Philly’s globe-trotting beat champ for what seemed like an hour-long encore.