Arriving around opening time is great for the first day of any festival, but by now we knew the best route downtown and the stages by heart. Sunday we slept in and decided to eat a real meal – something we hadn’t done since dinner Friday night. We needed the energy. Sunday had the most promising DJs, most either back to back or at conflicting times.
Our mission was to juggle three house sets in a row at the VitaminWater stage and three techno sets in a row at the Beatport stage. A few shots of yager and we were ready. At the VitaminWater stage, the Lawnchair Generals greeted us with the haus musique we had been craving while being surrounded by techno. We wandered the grounds, soaking in the sun and bright beats. We took a break at the Beatport stage, as Paco Osuna serenaded us with his exotic bass – can’t say no to his techno. Then we ran back to the VitaminWater stage for magical dancing to Miles Maeda, clearly sprinkling west coast house, fine and funky, for the next act. I walked back to the Beatport stage for Magda. I’m not usually a fan of minimal, but her dirty bass can rock my ears anyday.
Next at the VitaminWater stage was the man himself – Mark Farina. The past few times I saw him in Boston, he clearly played to the crowd, dumbed down house and clean hip-hop. But he destroyed the plaza with his JACK. He brought the crowd on a house journey, from classic to funk to hip-hop. His set was my favorite of the entire weekend — as I watched thousands of people dance with their mind/body/soul, basking in the summer warmth, I made a note to remember that moment, the beats alone causing euphoria.
Our legs began to tremble and we sat on the grass by the Beatport stage, listening to Richie Hawtin’s musical genius and watching the water reaching to Canada. Not a bad way to end our stay at DEMF. We marched back to the hotel, intent on getting a full night sleep. We had a long drive back home, but our hearts were light.
NEXT: Leaving the D.
Link: Day 2 – Saturday
Link: Day 1 – Arrival
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