By Marke B.
But will he ever find sunrise?
Look, I love all kinds of nightlife — even zillion-selling sellout nightlife on occasion (yes, I’ve been to Ibiza) — and I’ve championed a lot of dumb music just because it’s fun. Ain’t nothing wrong with a little fun, and I’m comfortable with being accused of being gushy about absolutely silly things at times.
But I’ve also spent most of my life trying to convince people that electronic dance music is so much more than lazy, repetitive drivel made for a million blank-minded lockstep androids — that it can have true soul and experimental meaning, inducing both chills and progress in a subcultural community — only for many of my arguments to come undone by this horrid bombast: