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.