Light It Up Motherfucker: Ten Years of DJ Rashad’s Double Cup

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The late, great DJ Rashad

What’s the second-best footwork full-length? Teklife Vol. 1: Welcome to the Chi? DJ Paypal’s Sold Out? RP Boo’s Fingers, Bank Pads, and Shoe Prints? Bangs and Works Vol. 1? Asking in earnest; as a lifelong dilettante who doesn’t go dancing, my love of the footwork I’ve heard is undercut by not just limited knowledge, incongruity with resident advisors who fall over themselves about the Field, and enough hours in a day for trial-and-error, but my allegiance to the album format itself. There’s been exactly one footwork album famous enough to be unanimously cherished by fellow listeners who don’t go dancing, and next April marks ten years since its curator died of an overdose at the height of his renown. Thankfully, last week we got to celebrate ten years of DJ Rashad’s wonderful contribution to the dance music canon, which also just so happens to be a wonderful contribution to all music, a frustratingly rare case.