Thar She Blows

On my way down to the stage to see Dylan, I swung by the Dance tent where Moby was spinning (like the lingo I used there? I'm way hip) a DJ set. The tent, which I have studiously avoided all weekend, was packed with kids dancing along to the thump-thump-thump of the techno beat. I know John Lewis took a foray in there yesterday and enjoyed himself. I could only last about five minutes. It's just not my thing—not that I don't like to dance, mind you. In fact, I love to dance, but I need a little more variety in my beat than just thump, thump, thump, thump. As George Clinton once said of the throbbing 4/4 beat that underlies most dance music, "You can just phone that sh!t in."