It is with a heavy heart that I inform you, I’ve lost the screenshot of the Facebook chat Daedelus and I once had.
As inconsequential as it may seem, that PNG file was as prized a possession as the massive yellow balloon I caught and spent three minutes deflating at Fatboy Slim’s final set at Bestival.
I’ve been an enormous fan of the disco dandy for 7 solid years and have witnessed his amazing frenetic live shows countless times, each time blown away with his fresh approach to live performance. I’ve never had the opportunity to see his Archimedes light show until now. Rest assured I’ll be at the front flapping my hands like a remedial.
The visual array it provides is fantastic. Swiveling banks of mirrors, lasers and strobes make the perfect accompaniment to Daedelus’ own brand of high energy, on the fly, twisted bootlegs.
The man is all about the visuals. He performs using a homemade trigger pad angled toward the audience offering a glimpse of his complex techniques.
Standing 6 feet high dressed as an 1800’s dapper in a crushed velvet suit and waistcoat thrashing his arms with every MIDI trigger, both sweating and smiling profusely. One of the politest men you’ll ever meet and a master of making you feel as though your brain is melting.
Everyone should know what it feels like to have your senses assaulted by a damp victorian gentleman.
I believe I just wrote my epitaph.
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