Superstar DJs, there they go--thataway, into the dustbin of history. Well, we wish. The truth is that superjocks like John Digweed or Paul Oakenfold aren't going any further away than, oh, Berklee School of Music-bred doctors of guitarology. Fact is, they're bigger than ever. But as the relationship between good ideas and popularity in dance culture continues to invert, and as the recession just begins to show its teeth, the idea of megaschmucks earning megabucks by playing blanded-out versions of what used to excite their audiences is about as thrilling a proposition as a box set of Yngwie Malmsteen outtakes. Oh well, at least we can still dance to their stuff. (Wait,... More >>>