The DJ, a prime element of the event is now fabricated as a pixilated mirage on the wall. Once monolithic in the great halls of rave culture, the DJ is reduced to a wallflower, clinging to the architecture for existence, folded back into the recorded music culture he rose out of. The DJ can be anywhere a video projector is. You can buy it, you can take it home, and the music still resonates.

"I don't call myself a DJ or a turntable artist. I go by the name of J. Travers, that's all." Sound: J. Travers