Honey Dijon at the Boiler Room

To think that I started listening to electronica back when I had a 56K connection, and I had to be up at the right time to catch A State of Trance or The Essential Mix being broadcast (and the buffering…). That, or hope that someone who recorded it would offer it on a file-sharing application. The thought of someone in Saudi Arabia feeling the same beat as you at the same time brought home the promise of the internet in a way that for me, personally, has not been surpassed.

Since then, I’ve met people from all walks of life who all share a love for this music. A Catholic priest in the South Side of Chicago. Students from Gallaudet University. My toddler! She calls it “stomping music.”

For a little while, I wondered if it was time to move on. Festivals charging triple digits and shrinking sets down to an hour. Laptops. No buildups, all instant gratification.

Then slowly but surely, people started revisiting the classics, making vinyl first, closing the lids. Now, like twenty years ago, I am starting to feel like I’m in the same room again:

We’ve come a long way in the buffering game since then.

By Desiree Zamora Garcia

I like to eat, think, and take things apart.