My first rave was when I was twenty years old and still coming off the secondhand high of Brat Summer. Whether or not this high was from collective effervescence or poppers fumes is up to you to decide. It was during a fateful Thanksgiving break that my best friend begged me to come with her to the DJ set of a fresh romantic prospect who had an affinity for all things electronic music.

With the sun beating down on hundreds of fans lined up outside, the anticipation surrounding Dayseeker’s Kansas City tour stop was enough to keep the energy high long before doors opened.

I sent the “Animaru” album to my friend Ash, telling him to check it out and let me know if he wanted tickets to go see it live. He was in.