Electronic music has long been a sanctuary, a place of freedom, experimentation, and communion. Born in the underground, it was less about appearances and more about the shared vibration of sound. Yet today, in an industry valued at 11.8 billion dollars (IMS Business Report), doubts emerge: has this culture, once subversive and intimate, surrendered part of its essence?

The DJs of the past often lived a double life. By day, they worked in offices, studios, factories. By night, they explored uncharted soundscapes, with no promise of financial reward. Music was an escape, a necessity, a space free of compromise. That precarious balance gave them the freedom to take risks, to invent new textures, to remain true to themselves. Today, professionalization has rewritten the rules. To survive, many artists rely on predictable bookings, safe selections, or catering to market demands. Risk-taking has become a luxury, and repetition often replaces experimentation.

In parallel, DJing has acquired a glamorous aura. Under the spotlight, commanding vast crowds, it is framed as a dream job. The spectacle draws celebrities from other worlds, actors, influencers, models, singers, seduced more by prestige than by sound. Meanwhile, once-celebrated DJs who used to craft delicate atmospheres in small clubs now headline flashy events where overpriced tables and phone screens define the atmosphere. The magic of the moment evaporates into spectacle, traded for fleeting visibility.

Promoters, too, are caught in this drift. The pursuit of profit reshapes the dancefloor: oversold venues, rising ticket prices, little regard for audience experience. Parties are rebranded as commodities, and the crowd becomes a consumer base. A telling detail: more and more organizers now come from elite business schools. Party-making becomes a strategy deck, a line in a business plan. One has to wonder: what happens to spontaneity, to the values that once defined this culture, when everything is reduced to management and margins?

Perhaps it is time to rethink this idea of full professionalization. A partial return to semi-professionalism might liberate creativity. When artists are not entirely dependent on their fees, they can dare to experiment, follow their intuition, and remain faithful to their singular voice. It is in these interstitial spaces, neither fully commercial nor entirely marginal, that the most transformative works often emerge, shaping not just a scene but a cultural movement.

Reconnection begins with authenticity: the awkward DJs who care more about sharing their tracks than curating their image, posting music instead of selfies; the passionate promoters who organize improbable gatherings out of sheer devotion to sound, not profit. To celebrate these figures is to reclaim the pulse that first animated electronic music, a culture not built on prestige, but on the simple, powerful possibility of vibrating together for all the right reasons.