The predominantly white crowd (myself included), living it up at a collective show space in a still mostly ungentrified area, briefly hit a wall in a way that suggested this particular brand of black dance music, after the whitewashed legacies of disco, house, and techno, was much harder to colonize. See, Chicago footwork, built on a rhizomatic layering of beats at 160 beats per minute, spawned an equally complicated form of dancing that looks like an acrobatic rendition of a blitzkrieg. Fittingly, not one person in the building had any idea of how to even half-ass it (again, myself included). Then, after a few moments, a recognizable thread in the beat appeared, crossover hits such as the late DJ Rashad's 'Pass That Shit' spun into orbit, and the entropy reversed back into gyrational normality. Curiously, this was the most dancing that took place all night.