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Last night Derrick Carter played the Monkey Loft. For those of you who don't know, he's one of the deities of house music, in particular Chicago house. Daft Punk listed him as an influence in their song "Teachers". He's a longtime collaborator and pal of Mark Farina, whom I've seen and written about here several times.
First, openers: local duo Jacob London, comprising Dave Pezzner and Brit Hansen. I was a little disappointed that they didn't do their trademark glitchy sound; maybe they thought it would have clashed with Carter's more organic groove. Still, happiness.
A DJ I didn't recognize who I believe to be Doza was on right before Carter, spinning a couple of Lawnchair Generals cuts. LCG was that rarest of things, a house artist from Seattle, back in the aughts. I have to wonder if that was for the local old heads like me.
There was a tallish, blonde, modishly-dressed lady with her hair in twin buns who looked kind of familiar. There was something I had to ask her.
"Did you ever go to ETG*?"
She did.
"Did you ever have a dance-off with a B-boy?"
She did engage in dance-offs, she said, but she can't remember that specific one. She introduced herself as Amy. Happiness.
The dance-off in question happened in January of 2012.
You know a DJ is something special when the biggest local names, in this case Pezzner and Hansen, are right up against the deck for the headliner's set. Carter himself seems reserved as a performer, all concentration. Every once in a while his left hand would travel to his chin as if he was thinking, 'How best to devastate this dance floor next?' And devastate he did.
What's so funny about his seeming reserve is that over on Twitter – where I'm not anymore because fuck Musk – Carter was the goofy, gonzo, gay guy you'd expect of someone who's basically a god among ravers.
Carter and his sound are capital-B Black: lots of samples of Black artists, plenty of influnce from jazz, soul, funk, and gospel. To those who contend that electronic music is too plastic I say, listen to Derrick Carter. And shake your booty or Idon't want to know you pity you.
*Electric Tea Garden, 1402 E Pike, above the artificial limb shop, with that damn beam across the low ceiling and an amazing mosaic floor in one room. RIP. *Sniffle.*
First, openers: local duo Jacob London, comprising Dave Pezzner and Brit Hansen. I was a little disappointed that they didn't do their trademark glitchy sound; maybe they thought it would have clashed with Carter's more organic groove. Still, happiness.
A DJ I didn't recognize who I believe to be Doza was on right before Carter, spinning a couple of Lawnchair Generals cuts. LCG was that rarest of things, a house artist from Seattle, back in the aughts. I have to wonder if that was for the local old heads like me.
There was a tallish, blonde, modishly-dressed lady with her hair in twin buns who looked kind of familiar. There was something I had to ask her.
"Did you ever go to ETG*?"
She did.
"Did you ever have a dance-off with a B-boy?"
She did engage in dance-offs, she said, but she can't remember that specific one. She introduced herself as Amy. Happiness.
The dance-off in question happened in January of 2012.
You know a DJ is something special when the biggest local names, in this case Pezzner and Hansen, are right up against the deck for the headliner's set. Carter himself seems reserved as a performer, all concentration. Every once in a while his left hand would travel to his chin as if he was thinking, 'How best to devastate this dance floor next?' And devastate he did.
What's so funny about his seeming reserve is that over on Twitter – where I'm not anymore because fuck Musk – Carter was the goofy, gonzo, gay guy you'd expect of someone who's basically a god among ravers.
Carter and his sound are capital-B Black: lots of samples of Black artists, plenty of influnce from jazz, soul, funk, and gospel. To those who contend that electronic music is too plastic I say, listen to Derrick Carter. And shake your booty or I
*Electric Tea Garden, 1402 E Pike, above the artificial limb shop, with that damn beam across the low ceiling and an amazing mosaic floor in one room. RIP. *Sniffle.*
