Hugh Gallagher
The DJ is the Filter
The rock star-up on stage, bathed in light, inaccessible-more and more seems like an outdated image from a defunct society.
By Hugh Gallagher
The first time I saw Spooky spin the Abstrakt was last fall. I was aimlessly wandering the New York City streets in the early a.m. hours when some music seeping out of a dark doorway on First Avenue drew me in. Stepping down the metal stairs and through the door, I found myself in a dark, candle-lit box of a space. In the shadows of the small chill-out lounge, people sat at tables, nodding their heads in the flickering light as the music washed over the room. In one corner, a tall young black guy with blue dreads was spinning the records: DJ Spooky, Tha Subliminal Kid. --http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/2.08/spooky.html [Oct 2006]
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