ONCE he started the music—flinging up his right arm,while his left hand worked the decks to bring it flooding, then crashing in—the crowd in the hall could not resist. Caught up with him, and they would shudder,pulse, sway, and dance,then fade “totally apeshit”, pumping their arms, and buckling their half-bare bodies. He normally viewed it from above,a seething mass of sweaty shoulders, whiplashing hair and imploring hands, or cut into sections by laser lights or masked by drifting dry ice. Relentlessly the oontz-oontz-oontz-oontz of a bass beat,Avicii’s signature, took them over. Wildly pleased, and his mostly millennial worshippers left the world behind.“Taking them on a journey” was what he felt he did—a skill that led him to perform for gatherings of thousands all over the globe,headlining the festivals of electronic dance music in Europe, America and Australia, or becoming a staple in the glitzy EDM nightclubs of Las Vegas,playing the Hollywood Bowl and electrifying the close of the World Cup....
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Source: economist.com