I first encountered DJ Donald Glaude at the now-defunct Ice nightclub, in Las Vegas, where he held down a residency titled “Thank Glaude It’s Friday.” The electronica he spun that night shimmers mirage-like in the back of my mind–I think it tilted toward the funky, techno-y side of the spectrum–but not his actual performance. Example: The image of the Tacoma-born Glaude, a giant grin swelling up and over his face, firing finger-guns in pantomime to the intro of some long forgotten tune, his dreads swinging back and forth, remains tattooed to my memory. His movements directed our emotions–and served as a prelude to a serious party.Glaude’s theatricality stands in stark contrast to most jocks, who usually hide behind their laptops, content to let the beat carry the night and maintain audience interest (not necessarily a bad thing, I admit). Of course, none of this is new to Seattle clubbers: Glaude made his bones here before going on to international prominence. But tonight, whether you need a fix, a reminder, or a primer, stop by the Last Supper Club, where Glaude and all his manic and infectious energy will be on full, finger-gun-firing display. Tickets are $10 and can be purchased here.