I love my new west coast home, replete with desert dance parties, funky glitch hop, nasty electro-breaks, flame throwers, fun fur, and mobile glowing spaceship dj booths, I also love the new EDM concerts with crazy LED shows, super technical visuals and pyrotechnics, and dj booths worth 6 figures. But ultimately, I’m an east-coast party kid that grew up on minimal, hard techno, and jackin house. Give me Ben Sims in an abandoned detroit warehouse (not even enough light in the bathrooms to take a photo), Alex Under at a renegade under a bridge playing twitchy minimal, or Derrick Carter playing vinyl in a small club with people dancing their faces off. I miss that so. much.