I made my way up front to find a corkscrew haired, ripped jean-clad kid in the corner hovering over a Mac laptop. Meanwhile a curled up form sitting on the stage fiddled with some lights. Moments later, some dark house beats started thumping, lights were flashing and people were instantly dancing. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that I liked it. All I heard was electro madness that thudded in my head and a sound that was both bright and haunting.
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I made my way up front to find a corkscrew haired, ripped jean-clad kid in the corner hovering over a Mac laptop. Meanwhile a curled up form sitting on the stage fiddled with some lights. Moments later, some dark house beats started thumping, lights were flashing and people were instantly dancing. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that I liked it. All I heard was electro madness that thudded in my head and a sound that was both bright and haunting. Somehow a piñata was offered to the crowd (this would be the first of many that night) and whacked open, while the beats droned on. There was cheering, dancing, sweating, and Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” (which had indie kids singing along word for word) that was electronically mashed and backed with live vocals. After the set was over and candy littered the floor I gave the man behind this madness a high five. Later, I would look him up on the Internet and find next to nothing. I found out later that this entire progressive hubbub was issued from a laptop and the throat of an airy voiced, unassuming boy who calls himself, Motorboater. The night was off to a great start. -popwreckoning
