Max Kronyak stepped up to the podium of knobs and switches Friday and closed his eyes. Just before the bass dropped, his eyes opened and he began mixing the tables, throwing a pair of headphones onto his head, jumping with excitement.
A crowd of dancers instantly formed. The bar in the back of the club turned into a platform for scantily clad women to dance on. Furniture became tools for people to climb and move to the beat.
During the late-night set at WüRK, a nightclub downtown, the crowd began to chant his name. Most stayed until the end.
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