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That is, it was nice until sketchy promoters and janky drugs got into the Midwest scene, followed by a lot of the wagon-jumpers we came to know and "love" as "candyravers", which then brought in the corporatized feel. It really WAS nice before then...load up the car, drive to some odd location, then set up and let it rip.

But after? Well, if someone of the likes of Juan Atkins can put together an incredible record shop in Tha D, only to eventually close it because the REAL music didn't sell and those sorts above were all coming in and asking for pop-rap and booty house, yeah...you can say that things really didn't end well.