Dubstep, which has dominated the electronic scene in recent years, is the bane of my musical existence. Its
Worse than the music, though, was the fans. In hindsight, these people are all probably lovely and are as passionate as I am about music; they just happened to be worshipping Skrillex while I was praying at the altar of Sufjan Stevens. In my mind, however, dubstep fans are the people I absolutely hated in college. The bros blasting Bassnectar while taking bong rips on the roof of their dilapidated house. The girls wandering through the streets, rolling hard, on their way back from some stupid DJ set at the local
But something has changed since those days. Maybe it’s no longer being surrounded by my neon-clad wasted peers, or because electronic underground has grown and
Fast-forward to today, when I’m writing this while the new, brilliant Jamie XX album In Colour is playing from my speakers. I love this album. At times it's quiet and contemplative; at others it makes me want to dance like crazy. It’s been my go-to writing