More than bass, which was there in massive quantities, and 8-bit video projections, the crowd got a sledgehammer of interesting sounds repeatedly smashing them in the face. What Robinson's music lacks in terms of the loud/quiet dynamic, it makes up for in interesting and complex sounds and textures.

Sometimes the leads are so complicated you can't make out every noise, but they're all filthy and distorted and wonderful. But the individual sounds aren't the important part -- it's the ride that you're going on.

And it's a ride the crowd knew fairly well, cheering on new sections that they recognized even if it was no more than a quick vocal sample. Some people may see EDM as a fad, but these were fans who take having fun very seriously, knowing songs the way some of us can quote the standard rock canon.

The only time things felt like they were slowing down, for lack of a better term, was when he would break out into some standard dubstep. It was still heavy and complex, but a little lighter in the percussion.

One of the things I like to do at shows is look at how the crew is responding. These are the guys who have to see the set multiple times and know it inside and out. And if the crew is getting caught up in the show then something must be going right.

So when I saw the lighting guy throw his hands in the air with reckless abandon and surrender to the breakdown, I knew I was in the middle of something special.

Is it something special because of age, associations, or genre titles? I have no idea, because there isn't time to think about those things when the bass is making the hair on your body shake.

Personal Bias: When asked if I was excited about the show, my response was "as excited as I can be to see someone I didn't know existed two days ago."

The Crowd: Different states of flashing, blinking, and glowing, and at least 3 people who said "please don't write about the weird girl who bumped into you" after bumping in to me.

Random Notebook Dump: It amazes me in the age of social networking and Internet omnipresence that ephemeral concert friendships still exist. You chat with someone for five minutes and before you can ask their Twitter handle they're gone. Still, I thank Michelle for her idea about stuffing confetti canons with fortune-cookie fortunes.

Purposeful Notebook Dump: In case you want a second opinion on the show, someone asked to borrow my notebook and wrote "<3 this is Amazing <3 Amanda <3".

Overheard Nonverbal Communication In the Crowd: We're waiting to get in the show when the girl in front of me turns to look at me. I look at her. She looks at me. I look at the flashing "Kiss the birthday girl" pin she has on. She looks at me. I pull out my notebook to write about it. Later I photobombed a photo her friend uploaded to Facebook; sorry, old habits die hard. As the song says, "I never wanna act my age..."