by JAKE FRIEDLER
I remember when it was considered weird to like electronic music.
It was only four years ago. I had just returned from my first rave: a too-hot, too-sweaty disaster of a massive held at the Cow Palace. As I gushed to my high school classmates about my amazing experience getting lost in the stylings of Steve Aoki, Boys Noize, and Benny Benassi, I was met with a mix of disgust and confusion. Weren’t raves really dirty? Didn’t the music sound like Transformers having sex? Don’t you have to be on ecstasy to like that shit?