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When I saw Dan Deacon this summer, it seemed his setup had changed slightly since that fateful morning in Georgia. Although my memory of the evening is hazy at best ‘” in large part because an actual haze of sweat and cigarette smoke drifted menacingly over the dance floor ‘” I am reasonably certain that Dan has swapped at least some of his throwback sound equipment for a fleet of iPod Shuffles that he uses to trigger his various samples.

I am reasonably certain of this fact because during his set the Shuffles were malfunctioning, perhaps due to the sweltering heat or the enormous globules of perspiration falling from Dan’s face as he worked, or because of the inherently questionable construction of the iPod Shuffle itself.

I am also reasonably certain because, after she was hit on by a guy claiming to be Dan’s brother but before she gave up looking for us on the packed dance floor and ventured out into the mean streets of Williamsburg, my friend almost fell right on top of Dan Deacon’s Shuffles. She was literally this close. Her skin is probably still charmed by the after-effects of his greatness, assuming his greatness pervades even the copious sweat of his brow.