I have been chewing on this one for months and it is finally coming out, so pour yourself something stronger than coffee.
When did dance music, our dance music, become so spectacularly bland?
I do not ask that lightly. I have given the better part of three decades to this thing. Vinyl in milk crates, sweat on the ceiling, train back to whichever city I was living in at the time, repeat. I have promoted it, written many times, promoted it, broadcast it, argued with strangers about it at four in the morning in cities where I did not speak the language. I love it. That is the only reason I am willing to say what I am about to say.
Run…
