I would have never guessed that my favorite performance at the Pitchfork festival would have been a DJ set. But Diplo's Sunday night closing performance was so much fun, I could have died. Literally. The rumor around the park was that the tent was 120 degrees. While Boo and I were standing just outside the tent, we could feel hot gusts of wind escaping. We danced for an hour in the sweltering heat. And the last transition of "Bombs Over Baghdad" to "Deceptacon" was unbelievable. Between that and A-Trak's Saturday night set, I finally "got" club music.