#11 THE SILENT DISCO

By J.J. Colagrande

Oh my gawd–the silent disco rocked. Two deejays at the same time. My hip hop friends would’ve called it a battle (easy to say battle in deejay land) but this was just raw talent playing along side each other, literally all night long.  The concept, evolved from  Bonnaroo and perfected at Bisco, was simple. Two acts, two radio stations, and a pair of headphones. If you wanted to listen to the dude on the left, turn to channel one; to jam to the artist on the right, turn to channel two. It looked awesome beacuse you could tell who was listening to what channel by the way they danced. And then if you took the headphones off, it looked even more bizarre because of the vacuum of noise. Kids danced to themselves. And these were world class deejays, some of whom came up just for their silent deejay set, like Eclectic Method. I have to admit I felt prejudiced against them because they took Hurricane Clout’s spot, but they blew me away. They sounded like Girl Talk, meshing up other forms of media, but they traveled beyond music, into the realm of video, so pop culture became their domain. I heard they were from London but now have a residency in the City. Sick-ass Welder also blew my mind. What a freak. I never saw a crazier deejay in all my life. Add in Future Rock and Emancipator and Orchard Lounge. Um. Wow. There were plenty of headphones and it wasn’t even that crowded. I think most of the heads couldn’t find the place because it sat nestled off-to-the-side, on a hill, and due to the silence, you couldn’t follow the sound. I knew Keith could never find this place. I sort of resigned to finding him tomorrow anyhow. Hopefully, the ding-dong checked his voice mail. I sent him a text message and told him to meet me by the bblow torches at one am, but he never showed. I must’ve called him like 10 times, but most of the calls didn’t go through. 20,000 Iphones jammed the small network so the phone had a tendency to show that annoying notice: Call Failed. Texts had a better chance of getting through. Hopefully, in the future these festivals will work on installing fresh towers. I was sure I’d find Keith in the morning. Meanwhile, I decided not to leave the silent disco. No sleep till . . . hahaha, especially since someone kicked down some more Molly. So, let it roll, baby, roll. I had some white rocky powder and then someone gave me some golden powder and the music in my ears sounded p-u-r-r-r-fect. That was what they meant when they said till the break-a break-a dawn. . .
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