Sometimes it was Blur’s “Parklife.” Other times it was “Lights & Music” by Cut Copy.
#Robyn dancing on my own name full#
A room full of people, all instantly coming together. The call-to-action was simple: Mimic breaking a fire alarm, metaphorically reach into our arsenal of familiar bangers, and spin a track that would pack the checkered dance floor in seconds. Over the course of a few years back at the start of the decade, there was an old saying way up in the DJ booth of the pill dance night at Great Scott in Allston: “In case of emergency, break glass.” It was often muttered by DJ Ken and I, whenever we’d scan the dance floor and see it not completely full. Robyn’s alt-pop masterpiece set the tone for the decade’s greatest passions: A lifestyle of voyeurism and a desire for what isn’t ours