As much fun as we had banging hard at III Point's Point Bass show with DJ Shadow and XXYYXX, that shit was, like, only half as fun as the Point Blank bash, presided over by James Murphy and the incomparable Jamie XX.
The Sound Stage at Mana Wynwood was flooded with hipsters looking for a good time. And for a few glorious hours, it felt like Miami's counterculture knew exactly where its head was . Let's relive the night.
We walked in through a shimmery, acid-trip doorway into a most magnificent night of get down. The sultry beats of Jamie XX's well-curated collection welcomed us saying, Please, come and dance with me. Let your heart break tomorrow. Tonight is all love. (We just assume that's what Jamie XX is thinking all the time.)
People milled about the TwinHaus art exhibits, trying to understand the strange life vest donut paintings as if they weren't too drunk to know what was going on.
Some smiling faces piled into a cum-infested bang bus look-alike and LOLed heartily at the hardcore porn playing softly on the television screen. The only real art is the kind that gives you a boner.
Meanwhile, Jamie was playing everyone's heartstrings with his classic Gil Scott Heron collabs and remixes of beloved tunes from his band, the XX. His visuals were compelling, even if they were basically repeats of the images from the night before.
The crowd was gyrating around awkwardly like the kind of people who are usually too cool to dance, but make exceptions for hipster idols like Jamie XX. It was surely the most well-attended party of all the III Points shenanigans.
The beats were so religious, some people could only pray.
By the makeshift photo booth, groups of friends were like, "Let's always remember these chill vibes with a wacky pic."
Around something like 1:30 a.m., James Murphy took over the dance floor looking like the coolest papa bear of all time. Huggable, scruffy, legendary.
People instantly took out their cameras to take pictures of the man who, just hours earlier, was talking to hipsters about how much he hates it when people stare at him and take iPhone photos while he DJs.
James played an hour and a half of our favorite songs that we had never heard before. He has the greatest vinyl collection of all time. His '80s island riddims were mind-blowing. This guy's eyeballs will never look the same again.
Every time the cryo smoke filled the room, it was the greatest thing we'd ever experienced. The moment was magical. You should have been there.
Even James Murphy himself was like, Holy shit, what is this music I am playing? It's so fucking good, I just have to grab my head in amazement. It was totally rad, awesome-sauce good times.
And so, we'll call III Points a success.
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