As a Brooklyn-based breaks DJ and producer of Vitamin B, NYC’s longest-running (and also only) breaks party, I always viewed Breakfast of Champions as the great white buffalo of parties. Could it be true, what they said? Did people really come out fully costumed first thing in the morning on New Year’s Day? Did they really shut down full city blocks? Were the numbers really in the thousands? Most important: did people really dance, or did they just stand there smoking cigarettes and taking selfies?

With curiosity in the critical cat-killing stage, my wife and I booked plane tickets and snagged ourselves posh accommodations on a friend’s air mattress in the Mission. Then something happened that made me have to change my pants twice…the Space Cowboys released the DJ line-up, and I was on it!

Playing Breakfast of Champions was an all-time dream come true. I was on at 11:30 in the side room at Mighty, and as soon as I dropped my first track the room filled with west coast friends I hadn’t seen in millennia (or, y’know, since Burning Man). Things got sweaty. Things got crunk. Booties were shaken and drinks were stirred. Asses were smacked (consensually, natch). Dudes got down. Shorty got low. I dropped Joe Walsh and the Doobie Brothers. There was even a guy on the couch who slept through the entire thing!

Afterward, I stumbled out into the blinding sunshine of SOMISSPO (which is a neighborhood? What?) and found myself in what was obviously heaven: a giant tent full of smiling, happy people…all dancing their asses off to sweet, sweet dirty breakbeats in the street in the middle of the day. The legend was true! And it was truly epic. 

Thanks, Space Cowboys, for giving me the chance to play the Actual Best Party Ever(TM), and thanks to everyone who came out and danced. I hope you enjoy listening to my set as much as I enjoyed spinning it for you.