Nothing disabuses you of any so-called principles or pretensions or prudishness like dunking your head in the EDM end of the musical pool. Here we have the Business of Young People Partying – a three-day pass to Ultra Music Festival 2014 cost $399.95 plus roughly another $100 in fees – and anyone not guzzling the Kool-Aid is simply ass-out on the sidewalk, barred from the steamy room where the most essential transactions of Young People Partying are being conducted. I’m not complaining – except in the usual way I complain about virtually everything except the elegant poetry of Dequantes Lamar (look it up).
Make no mistake, any opinions uttered about Ultra-plus have been micromanaged, massaged and medicated by a plucky armada of Young People Partying publicity teams, promoters, managers, marketers of every imaginable hustle, A&Rs and VPs of Whateverthetwerk, et al. That doesn’t mean it’s not possible to still write your true feelings about the EDM pageant, but only after acknowledging that the Business of Young People Partying is the only reason we’re here. And more nakedly than in any other genre, if you’re not interested in the Business of Young People Partying, then you, my friend, need to remove yourself from the pool and return to your adult lawn and kick back with some Peej.
With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s board the spaceship of the imagination that is EDM: The Ultra Odyssey, transmitting again this year (though not necessarily next) from downtown Miami’s Bayfront Park, as well as the surrounding galaxy. So, the journey begins... By Charles Aaron