I recently went to this party in downtown LA thrown byLights Down Low, a long-running West Coast dance music institution. To get there, you had to slip through a hole in a fence and walk down a long alley, which only built anticipation for what was to come. As you approached, you could hear the music grow louder and more vibrant, finally hitting your body in full force when you entered through the doors of a huge, open warehouse. I found myself in a sea of colorful LA club kids, dancing and laughing, the room smokey and alive.