I was drooling listening to Lindsey’s stories about her experience in Atlanta’s rich, underground music scene during the ’90s. She recalls what is now, sadly, an almost extinct phenomenon: sweaty nights of dancing at low-key clubs with ratty sofas, where people like Erykah Badu, Andre 3000, India Arie or Chilli might pop in and sing. Lindsey says, “Everyone wanted to know everyone… everything was a mix… it wasn’t pretentious.” For Lindsey, it was in this environment that she fell in love with drums and beats and rave and learned to be a skilled DJ, the kind with two turntables who knows how to blend songs and genres. In order to make her own imprint as a DJ, Lindsey moved to NYC with hundreds of vinyls in tow. It was while living on St. Marks Place that her drums and beats identity morphed into something solely her own, the long-running Negroclash night in NYC. The party was “a celebration of the African-American contribution to electronic music, it was a little bit electronic, soul classics, some top forty and hip-hop, both current and contemporary.” Personal style is Lindsey’s middle name, whether it’s expressed through music or clothes. From a Minnie Mouse sweatshirt to high-waisted jeans and a fedora to a Marc Jacobs demure silk dress, she appears in her clothes as she does in life – humble and distinct. I love how Lindsay describes authentic DJing as equivalent to passing down a family recipe. The knowledge of music gets passed down and reinterpreted as something new and original, just like her.