I want to talk about something. I want to discuss what exactly it is that you're paying for when you go to a show. A while back, a friend put the idea in my head that your money obviously isn't going towards a product, but instead towards the intangible idea of a crafted experience. The lights, the special effects, the venue, obviously the talent and the music, and the people all go into creating this vibe. Bigger festivals like TomorrowWorld
have a much higher ticket price, because hopefully the vibe is worth it.
I've never used this word in a non-joking sense, but I really don't know what else to call it. The crowd at Robin Schulz's show last Thursday was so rachet.
It was out of control. This is directed at the guy who tried to pick a fight with me and kept yelling at Robin to "play some shit that we've heard before!" and at everyone who felt the need to shove for a closer position in a club that maxes out at 600 people, and especially
at the couple who I can only hope got kicked out of the venue for doing not-so-PG things with their hands on the dance floor.
My preview for Robin's show
focused on how the sporadic, deeper Departure Thursday night events at Foundation Nightclub
are my favorites because they happen less often and because they are so different from what I usually have the opportunity to experience at the club. Their schedule generally has house music on Friday, which is all about the party, trance Saturdays provide good vibes and bass-inspired Wednesdays to get your whomp on. But Departure Thursdays is meant to be exactly that; a step away from the ordinary and a chance to explore.
And while I may not really like Borgore under any circumstances, I could understand this kind of crowd behavior at one of his shows. At least then it's contributing to the intended ambiance and is probably a little bit encouraged (sigh). But why the hell is this happening at deep house show in the middle of the week?
The balance of all these factors contributing to the experience generally doesn't seem so fragile, but the crowd was such a detraction from the rest of the night that my judgement on this show had to fall almost completely on the music. And that's not a bad thing. Robin did an amazing job. Somewhere around when he played his remix of "Sky Full of Stars," the energy of the room seemed to shift, though that could have just been because I had retreated to the back of the room a little while before. Robin did a remarkable job of settling everyone down, while still keeping them completely engaged. Everything changed so much that by the time it was over, I walked home replaying the show in my head and humming EFIX's "I'm Goin Down," and genuinely forgot how bad the first half of his set seemed...until I sat down to write the initial part of this review. At the end of the night, I walked away from the show not just satisfied, but happy. The word I used in my mind to describe the last twenty minutes was "perfect." Ultimately, I guess that's what matters.
There is a time and a place to get rowdy and weird. I mean, regardless of where you are, you should definitely keep your ego in check, your manners on point, and your dick in your pants; but the next time you're at a Diplo
show by all means...jump around, pump your fists, and grind up on someone (consensually, of course).
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So that's what I didn't expect. Let's look back on what I did
- He might be enjoying this more than you. Man, Robin loves what he does. He controls that dance floor and was definitely the most excited person in the room. Well, with the exception of that one couple.
- A lot of music you probably didn’t know you knew. "Sun Goes Down" was one of those songs I've been trying to find for a while, but could never act quickly enough to remember that was looking for it.
- Smoothness. The crowd didn't even realize that he made them turn down. Also, sax solos.
- “PARTY." I'm not sure this was entirely the kind of party Robin had in mind, but he absolutely made it work and people were having a great time. So check that one off the list.
- Remixes, remixes, remixes. From David Guetta to Coldplay, Elle Eyre to Axwell /\ Ingrosso, and obviously the wildly successful "Waves," from Mr. Probz. Also, I didn't know how badly I wanted a remix of Baby Bash's "Suga, Suga" until Robin played it as his (teaser) finale.
- Darkness. The lights were minimal, the special effects were non-existent, and it was spot on.
- You’ll catch yourself bobbing. Oh, you better believe there was bobbing.
I mean...how could you not?
This is a stray observation that I couldn't really fit anywhere else into this review, but the first thing that stood out to me when I got there was how loud it was. Not because of the guy in sound booth or the DJ. They know better than that. I'm talking about the audience. Everyone was standing in clusters chatting, almost using the music more as social lubricant as they caught up with friends. I liked the very relaxed social atmosphere that was created in the early part of the night.