This review is a bit different, my camera ran out of batteries half way through the 10 hour bananza so I have very few pictures, most of these are landscapes, people, and the earlier DJs that have been lost to my memory (the long haired DJ and the black and white picture is Treasure Fingures and TC, respectively). I will remember to bring my spare battery next time, sorry….
Comfort is never fully acknowledged yet comfort should be something attached to one’s life, a silent motor working in the background, quietly purring and clicking towards making life a little better.
When a person has never defined what truly makes their life comfortable, it’s like a cigarette burn on the carpet; it’s always there, staring you in the face, quietly laughing at the fact that you’d have to replace the whole damn room to get rid of the single flaw. You can’t just go out and replace a life if it’s lacking in comfort.
If the person does not have an idea of what is comfortable to their lifestyle, well then their lifestyle will not be comfortable to other people. This creates a focus of negative energy coming from one person’s life, sort of like a power plant using more power than it produces – a void stretched to infinity by blatant negativism and the unquenchable thirst that resides with egotism.
Something that I feel brought down the vibe at this years Nocturnal ’09 was the mass migration of uncomfortable people to the NOS Fairgrounds.
Metaphorically speaking, it’s like hiring a therapist who hands you ecstasy as the cure for an uncomfortable lifestyle, then sends that person out with a bunch of other uncomfortable-ites in hopes they can learn from each other… That was not the case – ecstasy might make things more comfortable for the person at hand, but the negativity and uncomfortable lifestyle that they live will shine through and corrupt anyone willing to deal with them.
These people seemed so prevalent this year that I didn’t really feel like I was at an ‘electronic showcase’ besides the fact that a bunch of kids were running around wide-eyed, jaw-clenched, and looking around for some sort of ethereal connection at the slight of an eye. The vibe that wafted away with the steam and smoke carried a homely and matte aura.
There was nothing specially about the people who attended Nocturnal, it was the same wasteland I once spoke about. I met two people who gave me faith that electronic music can break away from the bros and hoes aspect, but that was two in I’d say about 40,000 people (this year was HUGE with the addition of the racetrack).
Though the crowd hadn’t changed, the one positive to this entire story would have to be the work that Insomniac did to the festival grounds. They turned a plain show grounds into a huge mythical world with colored lights hanging from the trees, the usual Insomniac festival performers and an array of other smaller enhancements that added into one surreal environment.
Nobody can control who does what, I just hope Insomniac keeps throwing together such tight line-ups (I hadn’t heard so much good dub-step and D&B in one night, EVER) and I’m sure things will change for the better…
I really don’t think anything will ever change, but hope is all we can have, right?
Big ups! Good times to be cherished eternally. Drum n’ Bass fo yo face!!
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