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Tiesto concerts --- What are they like?
So never been to a real actual Trance concert, just clubbing a lot at trance clubs when I lived in LA and SF and a ton of tiny metal gigs (literally like 200 people max... very underground scene for the stuff I'm into)
I see he's touring though nearby me in Charlotte, NC (not that big a city but decent)...
How big are his concerts?
Would it be something like this?:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcrN06Oo4so
Really wanna go since I've never really been to a full on gigantic EDM rave/concert.
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| Originally posted by NoxCerberus So never been to a real actual Trance concert, just clubbing a lot at trance clubs when I lived in LA and SF and a ton of tiny metal gigs (literally like 200 people max... very underground scene for the stuff I'm into) I see he's touring though nearby me in Charlotte, NC (not that big a city but decent)... How big are his concerts? Would it be something like this?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcrN06Oo4so Really wanna go since I've never really been to a full on gigantic EDM rave/concert. |
Re: Tiesto concerts --- What are they like?
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| Originally posted by NoxCerberus Would it be something like this?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hcrN06Oo4so |
Think of the ecstasy of an orgasm and then think of the opposite of that.
the Forum will not be like that......it will be like a normal club night, twice as packed! LOL
They're not concerts, that's for damn sure.
keep an eye out for the live unicorns they are amazing
And to be expected I don't think Tiesto is going to play a whole lot of his old stuff. Hint hint...
First you must contact the High Oracle. More often than not, this Oracle is in a glass box handing out little rectangular decision papers which you must provide a monetary substitute for and in return you receive the rectangular decision paper.
Then you must pass under the great arch. There are many wing�d wyverans and the diaspora will begin to set in right about here. Soon, the agoraphobia. Suddenly, scintillating lights will surround you as though you'd stumbled upon a bed of will o' wisps. A scathing energy will settle at your feet and trail up the whole of your spine, every capillary seething with bitter angst.
A loud crash, a thunderous boom, a satiating resonance that reverberates in your sternum. The rising of a majestic whooshing sound that remains stoic for about a half an hour. You wander lost, amongst the throng of sweaty myrmidons. Each one with minute discs that all of them ingest readily. The substance contained within appears to make them more apt to the innocuous rhythm that infests every pore and synapse. You're getting closer now, you can feel it, everyone can, there's a heaven underneath it all.
You're offered one of these discs, two of these discs, four of them, you take them all at once. Well, three of them, the other is suggested to be placed inside your undercarriage, you think it peculiar, but are merely an apprentice and novice of this shamanic medicine and therefor wilt to the notion and happily allow someone to place it there. With force.
Tracers begin to form on everything. Lights last forever in one place, or do they? Each thought interlaced with the other. The entire speech from Human Traffic applies. A cold sweat emanates from your chest. Uneasy, and decidedly unsettled, you lie down with a group who appears to have succumb to a similar affliction. Each one of them babbling something inane as the fairy symphony does way, smiting each idea of good music with the eternal harp of disarray. These people begin to disrobe you. They begin to rub you down with a gelatin substance and hand you a cylindrical object they tell you to inhale deeply from. And you do this. Willingly.
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The dancers descend from the ceiling, he drops his remix of Delerium's 'Silence'. It's as though the seraphs were falling, as though they'd forgotten how to fly in the face of true perfection. The hi-hats being slaughtered effortlessly by the vocals meshing involuntarily with your body's tepid and partial half-stepping. The drool forms upon the tip of your chin.
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Three hours later you find yourself in an off-white room with off-white chairs and an entirely off-white demeanor. Sterile and cold. You're incarcerated. Rape they say.
She was only 17.
Magik Muzik.
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you have outdone yourslef tedpromo
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| Originally posted by trancechan keep an eye out for the live unicorns they are amazing |
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| Originally posted by TotalDeathXZero And to be expected I don't think Tiesto is going to play a whole lot of his old stuff. Hint hint... |
i have only even seen tiesto once dj live that was at gatecarsher bk in 2002 very poor set i have not seen him dj live since 
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| Originally posted by idoru They're not concerts, that's for damn sure. |
You will not be able to move 2 feet in any direction in the damn forum, been there many times myself.
They should have brought him to scorpios, you still wouldn't be able to move in that club either, not with tiesto in there, not even on a friggin tuesday.
Trance headliner + Charlotte = no space at all, have fun squirming in place for 5 hours, and hope to god you aren't stuck behind some tall asshole who likes to swing his elbows around.
Still, I miss the charlotte party kids, the one thing NC has going for it, great crowd, especially on the nights when there aren't headliner DJ's in town (i.e., most of the time). Headliners tend to bring in all the asshats.
Have fun.
i saw him once in the elements of live in concert here in my country, well it was good on an open place ... but, on that day the girls deserved more attention than the show.
Wanted to go to Privilege in Ibiza last year and the one free night we had Tiesto was on (Chris Lake supporting)..
Tiesto sucked more hairy gooch than I could ever have imagined. He didn't seem interested, turned his back on the crowd for minutes on end while looking through his cd wallet.
He really was a complete and utter twat.
Then again I haven't been into my trance for a few years now and wasn't impressed with the sound system in Privilege either so that might have added to it.
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