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I *assume* this is a running joke with you and Adam. 
If I kiss you, will you become a prince?
haha wow, I had no idea about any of this. hearing opera was involved explains everything... that's great.
When i drove down for the event there 2 years back it went completely smooth. We were about 800-1000 people back and waited in line for maybe 30 mins at most. That ain't bad at all.
This whole thing at this years show is crazy. From what i'm reading on here...people actually were told to turn around and leave after waiting for hours in line ? And someone or a few people were pepper sprayed inside the venue ? Are these 2 things true ? 
And the event 2 years ago had a few more thousand people than this past event and all were admitted just fine. No one was left outside, no security shiesty shit, no dickhead police harassing.....what the fuck went wrong here ?
annnnnd this is exactly why I will never, ever attend a tiesto show. lmfao.
I blame Obama
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| Originally posted by fiCti0naL annnnnd this is exactly why I will never, ever attend a tiesto show. lmfao. |
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| Originally posted by Lostvission From what i'm reading on here...people actually were told to turn around and leave after waiting for hours in line ? |
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| Originally posted by Lostvission And someone or a few people were pepper sprayed inside the venue ? Are these 2 things true ? |
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From http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHMvT7Dngt0 someone did release tear gas on the dancefloor though... that wasnt a lie.. shortly after the first intro song, everyone including myself were choking, i couldnt even breathe... i did know what the hell was going on... but some people didnt seem to be affect by it at all too which was weird --- the security took therei sweet ice cream time patting people down. I will never attend another show at north Atlantic trade center. Then the cops gased the dance floor --- I don't think the cops gassed the dance floor. I think it was one of the attendees. --- but fact remains police showing up some haveing riot shields... pepper spray was used some point inside... --- From http://www.last.fm/user/theempathog...c_fail#shoutbox : I was somehow lucky enought to get inside. While in there I saw a girl next to me start gagging then inhaled and found myself coughing uncontrollably. Apparantly someone released some sort of tear gas or mace. Anyone know what that was all about? Was that the lame crowd control's attempt to break up a fight? --- And our own kchar says : that was me who said that. i dont know who did it. i assume so dumb kid. i saw a lot of people covering their moth. my friend pulled me away since i didnt notice since it didnt affect me. for anyone who was their, it was by the entrance side by the bars at 1:30 |
after reading all of this, i am completely speechless. i feel bad for everyone affected...
tiesto will be here thursday and i bought my ticket weeks ago---we had no problems like this last year when he was in charlotte, and i'm hoping thursday night goes off without a hitch again. the forum is tiny compared to NATC...we will be packed in like sardines though---hope i don't get trampled!
You will die.
There's probably 20 accounts of what happened here. Another 20 on Facebook. And another 20 on YouTube.
I'm sure some of them are repeat complainers, but I don't think there's more than 10.
So I'll take the 40-50 accounts from last night, that all say the exact same thing as truth.
maths? at this hour?
surely you jest.
surely.
one other theory.
let's say the event went great. we got in and everything went fine. waiting lines went to about 30 min - 1 hour. who would we thank? liquified right?
we wouldn't thank the police for keeping everyone in line. we wouldn't thank the staff for checking us in. we would thank liquified for doing everything right.
so, since that isn't the case and it's actually the complete opposite. why is it that most people on these forums are saying - give them a break, 99% of the shows are good, it's NATC to blame, etc. etc. etc.
think about that. so is liquified just greedy and taking credit when its positive? because it sure seems like it to me. anytime something goes wrong, people are blaming others rather than themselves.
just a thought.
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| Originally posted by dallas one other theory. let's say the event went great. we got in and everything went fine. waiting lines went to about 30 min - 1 hour. who would we thank? liquified right? we wouldn't thank the police for keeping everyone in line. we wouldn't thank the staff for checking us in. we would thank liquified for doing everything right. so, since that isn't the case and it's actually the complete opposite. why is it that most people on these forums are saying - give them a break, 99% of the shows are good, it's NATC to blame, etc. etc. etc. think about that. so is liquified just greedy and taking credit when its positive? because it sure seems like it to me. anytime something goes wrong, people are blaming others rather than themselves. just a thought. |
Throwing caution to the wind. Her parents had learned of her upheaval both in standardized and daily happenings.
She now parted her hair slightly askew, adorned some sort of lip gemstone, and was betrothed to the odor of a haughty and rustic musk, of which none of this had they approved. She was on borrowed time they thought, and each second passing was another penny lost to debt.
Growing up she was learn'd in the etiquette, the proper crossing of her legs. Occasionally her father took her to work with him in that silver bullet car of his, darting in between lanes as though in hyperspace, through the disorderly jostled tumble of other automobiles. Always listening to the radio station he had on, some news one, keeping up tp date on health concerns and how she shouldn't be eating that fibrous cereal she had been as it was damaging on her kidneys.
When they arrived at his workplace, he'd show her around the corridors each one bigger than the next but exactly the same in appearance. Meeting person after person with their starched and pressed clothes, creases folding over their secrets they feigned to keep interior. Her knees buckled with stringent disquiet and her nerves did backflips. Father never talked to her all that much, as it were.
Mother was always the cleanliest of sorts. Vacuuming twice a day in a house that the dust feared. The curtains dared to sway with even the most harsh of breezes. It was as if the inanimate were anxious too. And the tension swelled over into the marriage. Each meal became an awkward cacophony of meandering gazes which led to muted pauses and then murmurs of dissidence. Her eyes darted about to the clock on the wall made in the likeness of the old Bastille of her heritage, to the vintage sign over the doorway that had some slightly quaint racial reference to watermelons. Soon she was ordered to her room and to put a pillow over her head.
She grew beyond this. By highschool her parents had separated, she'd splice her borrowed time between two broken houses. Her friends became more open, more experimental, and far less judgmental and provoking. A subtle symbiosis with the upbringing she had not chosen. Suddenly, her wrists seemed more palatable, and more open to the slicing. The looming cloud of internal unfinished business was almost too much for her to bear though she'd become quiet adept at bottling.
Her friends kept mentioning of this musician who was coming to town, a veritable Mecca of hedonism, escapism, bodily nihilism, and all things emancipated from the bonds of festering malevolence and domineering decadence. He'd turned saw waves into ambrosia much like Christ had made marine. His pectoral muscles, though showing wear, radiated a light unlike any darkness that could shroud anyone, eclipsing their memories into ash.
This became imperative to her, and confiding in her father moreso than her mother, she asked for his approval to attend the High Mass but, much to her dismay was met with stark disapproval. Deciding not to heed or adhere to any laws that were binding, she affirmed with her friends that she'd be going with them.
It was the night of the High Mass, and her friends had introduced her to some new substances to ease her into the frame of mind that she was about to be brutally transposed from. They clustered into some 2-door coupe circa 1988 and fled from their responsibilities into the thicket of the future inhales. Growing closer to her affirmation of self, she could feel the swell of the people. The unison with which she was about to achieve with people she'd never met but shared the same distraught and ideals.
Arriving, the line was tremendous. A seething mass of humanity all pushing forward with angst and hopefulness. Police barricaded the enTRANCEs and exits as if some moat of jurisprudence. They looked with disapproval upon all these youthful caucasians who were in possession of far too much of their womb-bearers monetary supplements. Everyone was too close, she could feel a hand slip down her brazier with fingers slipping lightly around her areola. Her eyes faded in and out as the people fleshed upon each other.
An acrimonious and caustic uprising began to ensue, but her wherewithal was stretching thin like a wrapper across a pin. Suddenly, it burst and she succumbed, falling under the throng. A thousand footsteps upon her sternum as the rancor spilled on over atop her brunette hair. She could faintly hear the dogs whisper teething on her neck, no one to call them off as a million other things were happening all at once. Her friends had all dispersed or were somewhere far away.
Her parents never knew.
That Tiesto couldn't save her.
Well done, Adam!
Oh stop. You'r making me blush.
Come a little closer and let me mutter my ideas to you. My hope for a better world.
Just spoke with management at NATC facility, they say they're going to get all the info we need to get reimbursed with our tickets and our parking. Told them about the $20 line cutting and everything. They seemed pretty upset. I guess Liquified just got one less venue to promote at.
They said they'll call me back when they find info with parking / tickets... but I've already spoken with WantTickets Corporate headquarters and they're going to give everyone a refund that didn't receive them.
I wish this hadn't of happened but it did and I'm cutting my losses. Liquified, I've been to over 20 of your events, but now, with the tanking of this event, you've lost all my support.
Did they say how to go about getting a refund?
So awesome sitting back and watching this shitstorm commence. If its true about Opera security being involved, maybe their bullshit will finally catch up with them.
I feel pretty bad for Devin though, this is gonna be one stressful week. I'm really hoping this wasn't Liquified's fault.
You know I was thinking Tiesto probably uses this as bragging rights. "I started a riot in Atlanta".
... by the way, did the gassing of the floor provide some enhanced effect of all the drugs people were probably on? =P
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| Originally posted by dallas Just spoke with management at NATC facility, they say they're going to get all the info we need to get reimbursed with our tickets and our parking. Told them about the $20 line cutting and everything. They seemed pretty upset. I guess Liquified just got one less venue to promote at. They said they'll call me back when they find info with parking / tickets... but I've already spoken with WantTickets Corporate headquarters and they're going to give everyone a refund that didn't receive them. I wish this hadn't of happened but it did and I'm cutting my losses. Liquified, I've been to over 20 of your events, but now, with the tanking of this event, you've lost all my support. |
lol
TIESTO.
lol
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