I don’t always get DJ culture.  Usually it’s just some dork with eclectic taste playing one record after another, or they run everything off of the laptop while they check their stock portfolio, er . . . while they check Facebook.  But Questlove and I must be the same age because he was playing all of the most epic tracks from my childhood.  The twelves were bumping and unlike any typical booze industry event, everyone was getting down, even me.  Not the friendliest man on the planet, but he is from Philly so he gets a pass until I meet him again.

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