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So I ended my review with a simple wow…however, now that I have rested, I wanted to elaborate a little bit more to justify my reasons for being wow’d.
First. I did not enjoy Chris Fortier. Lack of flow to his set, and just wasn't getting it. I expected John to come on at two, glad he started half an hour earlier. Mark Oliver followed Digweed, keeping that momentum alive. Wish I could have stayed a little longer for the closing, but I was beat.
But I came into this party, for one reason, to see Digweed again. I actually wanted to see him play the main room, and work the atmosphere within those four walls. Sure I saw him in the Kool Haus in April, but Saturday night, to me, was just on a whole new level. I do agree that Digweed builds it up big and drops in low, but this is what I have learned to expect from him lately and this is what I want to hear. Digweed to me, is a storyteller…and a good story has your high points and your low points, good open and a perfect close, leaving you wanting more. This is how I have always felt about his style, from the first time I saw him, and this is why I came to see him play again. He plays out like slow churning water in the ocean, then, like a high wave crashing into you on the beach, and sucking you back in to the water.
I expected dark rolling chugging beats, I got them.
I expected deep heavy bass drops, I got them.
I left this party wanting to hear more.
Perfect story.
As for the vibe of the room, it went off in there on numerous occasions. Sure there is your regular weekly “Guvernment characters”, but that is always expected. I tend to just avoid and carry on with my night. Who are they to me? Nobody. Just another person in the crowd. They have little affect when I’m there to hear the tunes I wanna here and dance my ass off. I was glued to the dance floor for almost the entire four hours John was playing. What’s around me, meh, I've got my space…I’ll dance. If that spot isn’t working, I’ll move on.
Numerous times throughout Digweed’s set, I had to stop, look up and just say “Woah. What was that?”
If it weren’t for Sasha return in November, I could probably say I didn't want to go back to the Guvy this year, as this would have been a perfect last visit to the club for 2008.
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one of the few reasons I came out!
