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:
DJ Tiesto, "Adagio for Strings"
DJ Tiesto, Elements of Life (No, not the real one.)
Excuse me while I vomit on Holland.
Yes, I recognize that Tiesto has a unique trick -- that thing where his beats start gliding in a kind-of suspended animation in the middle of his tunes like "Traffic" and "Flight 643." But seriously, that's his one trick, other than being Justice for Banana Republicans, and it's drowned in total cheese and reductive symbolism ("Flight 643" samples -- surprise -- a flight attendant.). And yet, he is "the top DJ in the world."
All the more proof that the underground still exists.
So fine, techno haters, maybe you win this round -- but I'll be back. Arguing with y'all over this might mean having to listen again.
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