Memory # 3. It's the all night marathon at World Financial Center. I've settled in for the overnight in order to hear Stockhausen‘s Stimmung at dawn, along with a few hundred other friends and like-minded strangers. Energy is lagging, people are nodding out in their seats. Then, at about 4 in the morning, Dan Deacon is set up in the middle of the venue, a few dozen fans in tow. He blasts out a noisy set of electronic punk rock, and for the first time I recall, there's crowdsurfing at a BOAC Marathon.