Around 10 p.m. on a recent Saturday night, the party really found its groove. Diplo, the D.J., songwriter, and record producer, was holding court behind a pair of Pioneer decks, wearing a Kermit green poncho and matching bucket hat, manipulating an undulating, underwater-sounding dance track with buttons and knobs.
Next to him, the D.J. Dillon Francis bobbed his head. The crowd, 8,000 strong, had questions (“What’s this song?”), comments, (“these guys scare me, but in a good way”) and requests (“Where is the anti bacterial gel?”).
Diplo invited a fan, Robin Spears, to share the spotlight with him and Mr. Francis on one condition: dance. Ms. Spears happily obliged, throwing her hands above her head and then back and forth, swimming through air. Her roommate, Sterling Morris, pumped her fist and then turned around, backed it up, and wobbled like a Weeble.