A tribute to NME legend Dan Martin, who always found the last place to dance
Glastonbury marketplace at dawn, following lights and beats, looking for the last place to dance. With Shangri-La exhausted and the Stone Circle horizontal, I chased the last faint traces of electronic life, one chemical morning around 2003 or so, to the solitary market stall that was still quietly emitting boombox dance beats from behind a closed tarpaulin, bouncing with shadows punching the air.