Two days ago, we lost a friend.

More importantly, the tight-knit community of DJs which we've become a part of -- the very DJs who generously champion our music and make it accessible to thousands of listeners every night -- lost an irreplaceable peer. More than a peer in fact, a leader.

And arguably, America lost one of its leading contemporary cultural figures.

These last few years, AM, like no other, brought the art of DJing into the mainstream. And it was DJing of the most challenging and technical kind. AM exposed his audience to cutting edge music, woven together in the most inventive and inspiring ways. He elevated the art and, in that respect, his fame was not only well-deserved: he remains underrated.

I have quite a few AM memories. Backstage at Coachella the year we played before our biggest crowd ever. Onstage with us at Lollapalooza that same summer. Posing for the mandatory Jew pics with my brother. Comparing Jordans with Pee at Hard just a couple of weeks ago. There he is, on our Myspace profile pic, helping us with my antiquated version of Serato at Teddy's, the night of our Kimmel Show after-party (he installed a newer version of the program onto my computer, on the spot).

But those are mere anecdotes compared to the testimonies that have and will continue to surface from AM's closer friends and colleagues such as Steve, Eli, Cosmo, Pase, Roctakon, Mike B, Gina, Stretch, Diplo or my brother Alain, just to name a few. Testimonies to Adam's generosity and uplifting spirit. I urge you to read them.

Friday night, we played the San Diego Street Scene festival. Less than halfway into Bonafied Lovin', all the stage lights mysteriously went out. We kept playing in the dark. I dedicated our next song, You're So Gangsta, to AM and the DJs he inspired. There was a beautiful moment of silence. (I saw a Youtube of this last night, but it's no longer there. If anyone has it, please feel free to post.) Seconds later, the lights came back on.

Rest in peace to AM, one of the best DJs that ever did it.

Dave