BY ANNE ROYSTON
The fact that Lolla’s last day was drawing to a close might have had some intensifying effect at Perry’s. The majority of people at Felix da Housecat, anxious for their last chance to party, had been camping out for sets prior (and they wouldn’t pass on Digitalism, either).
Generously mixing old and new, Felix kept the crowd in a frenzy without sacrificing his old-school roots. “House music!” he shouted at one point, and everybody raised their hands in the air and roared. As people kept pushing forward and surfing over in desperate, gleeful attempts to reach the front, the music kept flowing. It was our legacy and we were paying homage.