![RAD DECENT
A hometown veteran of Diplo’s once outdoor BBQ that has turned into a co-branding, marketing machine fueling the angst of teenage transplants all over the hollowed cities of this country, I was genuinely psyched about the Mad Decent Block Parties this year. I was working my schedule out so that I could make it back to Philly. I was even contemplating trolling down to the South Street Seaport and joining the peanut gallery for some sweat, sweets, and sing-a-longs.
In the end my hopes were melted by what I like to call the Hipster Village or CHINA! and what newjack/upstart Philly kids call the Piazza.[Side note* my most recent interaction with a philly native ended in me having to explain what jawn means] The Piazza is a hell hole fart nest in the Bushwick analog of Philly, and Diplo moved his fete to the center commons this year.
I could bitch about Hipsters for hours, ask seldom/ever, but the real revelation for me this past weekend was not in Philly, and did not involve hipsters. It was in the City I once called the capital of the world, NYC, and it involved ravers. Suped up club kids dropped in by parachute, bedazzled in the all the midwest has to offer, these dayglos were climbing all over the McKibbin dorms L stop clawing to get to the Block Party and really express themselves.
I like to think they keep getting younger, but that’s just my psychopathology caressing my conscience. Check the documentation by weird magic.
:::> WEIRD MAGIC
:::> dacops
:::> seldom/ever](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp9vszBuxc1qbcjgko1_400.jpg)
RAD DECENT
A hometown veteran of Diplo’s once outdoor BBQ that has turned into a co-branding, marketing machine fueling the angst of teenage transplants all over the hollowed cities of this country, I was genuinely psyched about the Mad Decent Block Parties this year. I was working my schedule out so that I could make it back to Philly. I was even contemplating trolling down to the South Street Seaport and joining the peanut gallery for some sweat, sweets, and sing-a-longs.
In the end my hopes were melted by what I like to call the Hipster Village or CHINA! and what newjack/upstart Philly kids call the Piazza.[Side note* my most recent interaction with a philly native ended in me having to explain what jawn means] The Piazza is a hell hole fart nest in the Bushwick analog of Philly, and Diplo moved his fete to the center commons this year.
I could bitch about Hipsters for hours, ask seldom/ever, but the real revelation for me this past weekend was not in Philly, and did not involve hipsters. It was in the City I once called the capital of the world, NYC, and it involved ravers. Suped up club kids dropped in by parachute, bedazzled in the all the midwest has to offer, these dayglos were climbing all over the McKibbin dorms L stop clawing to get to the Block Party and really express themselves.
I like to think they keep getting younger, but that’s just my psychopathology caressing my conscience. Check the documentation by weird magic.
:::> WEIRD MAGIC
:::> dacops
:::> seldom/ever
