I was outside the sahara tent listening to Club75. I was sitting down against the rose garden fence due to the fact that I was completely obliterated. As I stare into the crowds of people I look up to see a man who is standing next to me. Either I looked like shit or I unconsciously kept staring at him for minutes, he touches my shoulder, leans down, and at this point I thought he was God… he says something to me and the asian chick next to him starts to stare. I finally start comprehending the words coming out of his mouth … “are you okay?” to which I nod in response. I look at his wristband and it reads “artist” turns out it was James Murphy. Good times.