Minimalist Jukebox

[Not Afraid]

I'm not sure that I can add much to €'s complete account other than I woke up singing "Singing in the Rain".

I find that I LOVE watching DJs work their magic. On paper, I would believe it to be the most mind numbing voyeuristic activity, but it is quite the opposite. I'm fascinated with the busy activity of pushing buttons and prepping discs all while dancing away on stage.

I also have to mention that Disney Hall was the PERFECT place for this type of event. It is very comfortable but industrial and architectural and lends itself to "new" music just as well - or better - than it must do for the classics. I can't think of any other "classic" facility that would make that type of transition with such ease. There was nothing stodgy about Disney Hall last evening, er, this morning.

I also was amused by the diverse audience. Men in full make-up, bunny ears and furry fandom regalia, furs, hippy chic and not so chic, beatnik black, neon orange pants, suits, khakis, sports jerseys......all there. The two people I watched the most were in the front row. One guy was a raver who seemed not to age too well: tie dye T, red baggy shorts, scruffy full beard, white bucket hat a la Gilligan, put belly. He never stopped dancing. His companion couldve been in a SNL "The Bears" skit. BIG belly, baseball cap, full moustache, ever present beer in hand (even at 4 am!). He was voted most likely to have a heart attack screaming POLISH SAUSAGE while dancing. They were both great fun to watch and their joy was infectious.

I loved our perch. We had such a great view of things but yet people were dancing in the aisles of our section. But, we were also comfortable just chilling to the beats. I dozed in a trance and felt the music in my soul. Great stuff.