I always go bonkers for Winter Music
Conference. It’s a week that has been circled on my calendar since I began attending it more than ten years ago, as a local nightlife aficionado. You should see my collection of WMC badges. Put together they form a collage that serves as a yearly progression of me getting, older, wiser, and less likely to wake up in a strange hotel room, wondering where the last few days of my life has gone.
While dance music and nightlife have changed just as exponentially as I have over that time, the basic fundamentals of the now week-and-a-half parade of dance music depravity have not. It still involves dance music junkies partying their patooties off to the sounds of the biggest DJs in the world, in the hottest party city in the Western Hemisphere.
This year it promises to be even bigger. Up until a couple of years ago WMC was linked to Ultra Music Festival. But a contemptuous relationship led to a split last year, leading to some convolution. Ultra and WMC were held on two different weeks, taking away from both events. This year, while not back in bed together, they have deiced to once again hold Ultra and WMC on overlapping weekends. WMC will actually jumpstart things this Friday March 16th, and keep it going through the following weekend when Ultra takes the focus off South Beach and brings the unwashed masses to downtown Miami for their three-day, star-studded affair. Ultra is also sponsoring the Miami Music Week. Basically, a parallel universe of parties not affiliated with WMC, but let’s be honest, pretty much one and the same.
So what will you catch me at this year? Like always, I hit party to party till I land in a spot where the centerline of energy wraps around my chi in electronic bliss. For the first time in years, I’m actually looking forward to slammed, elbow-to-elbow soirees, rather than the toned-down private affairs I’ve been receding to in my old age. I’m even going to attend Ultra for the first time in three years.
I’ll just make sure to take an extra pair of socks and hand sanitizer. I may even take a bottle of Fabreze and spray down the kids who plan on riding the three-day festival out without showering. I’ll probably cause some kid to bad trip by confusing him or her about things like bathroom locations and the Gestapo tactics to extra-terrestrial invaders, but I promise to get that on my phone, because there’s nothing more amusing than me fucking with the fragile mind of someone on some shit.
As for music, I’m curious about where this dubstep thing is going. As a kid who grew up on electro-breaks, I’m fond of edgy, hip-hoppy elements in dance music. So I’ll make sure to catch Bass Nectar and Skrillex, plus new wave virtuosities like M83, and at some point original trancester Sven Vath (my first ever interview). I’m also psyched to hear what Miami Local talent Nova and his new collaboration with Los Angeles native Luis Rosario. Their act, Ds and Cs, should be one of WMC’s gems. The techno crowd will definitely want to join me at the Sunset Session Locals Only party to see why people are buzzing about the music put forth on their sick new minimal Black Nation Records release, Placing Ourselves Elsewhere.
Most of all, I will be in search of Richie. Like every WMC, I will have only one concrete itinerary- catching Richie Hawtin. Why am I captivated by his sound and vision? Check out my previously published interview
to find out.
This year, I plan to see Richie throw down the sickness at the M-NUS showcase at Club Space on March 23. If you can get in, prepare to be educated by the master, Richie Hawtin. And while the Hawtin’s profile is blowing up across the world and finally here in the States, I would like to remind people, as I often do, that I was intruding other dimensions on the Futuristic Underground Subsonic Experiments he laid down on Sheet One, as the one and only Plastikman. Are friends Electric? For those who know…