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| electrotux |
Mine was just last week when I went to see Armin van Buuren in Atlanta at Eleven50 on 10-12-05. This was my first gig, so I had really high hopes.
Walking inside, the bass reverberated throughout my whole body. Mmm, I had waited years for the day I'd lose myself in the music, under the lights, dancing with the crowd. Having only dreamed of seeing Armin (especially at my first clubbing event), my emotions bubbled over with anticipation...each successive beat heightening my expectation. But I wasn't going to completely forget about the resident DJ. Determined to enjoy myself, I jumped onto the floor and danced while I waited for Armin to take the night away. As I glanced around, some glowstickers captured my attention. My gaze paused there, mezmerized by their fluid movements of perfectly timed tosses and catches. One in particular drew my focus, it looked as if the lighsticks were floating in circles around his body, tracing his head, then his arm, then legs; all in utter perfection.
Then something special happened. I thought I saw the resident DJ start to move his records. Could it be? Could this be the moment I had waited so long for? To my excitement he stacked his records, one load, a second load (yes indeed he was making way for Armin!), and a third load. He then grabbed them all and nodded to Armin as if to give him the floor. But I saw that his nod carried a bit more than just a simple "Ok, its your turn." It seemed as if he were giving Armin something much greater, he was giving over his beloved control of the crowd, the power to take his fans out on an incredible emotional journey. Armin smiled as if to say "thank you, its my pleasure." At that moment, as Armin stepped up to the myriad of nobs, sliders, and controls, a great excitement welled up inside me; and in all the other clubbers in the room. A deafening roar of screaming, clapping, and whistling filled my ears as my voice added to, and became a part of, the rush of human extacy. Armin was here to give us a night to remember, one that we could never forget. This was the place to be. As his face glowed at his fans' praise, he set his first tune spinning. Flashing lights strobed and colored beams of energy panned the room as the crowd screamed like a stadium full of fans chearing for the home team's scoring home run. And the fun began.
The music started soft, quiet, and serene. I felt something coming as the melody advanced. I thought I recognized the song. Yes, it was my favorite single, with Justine Suissa, "Burned with Desire." It came slowly at first, growing, but soon became louder and more amplified as instruments were added to the mix, each on top of the last one, adding to the intensity; all cleanly woven into an elaborate structure of tangible energy. When I thought it could get no better, Armin held us there, strobes lighting the room, our arms held high, in a euphoric, mind numbing buildup that was begging to be set free. Then it all came, the mix exploded into a climax of pulsing, body driving bass. The whole crowd, aroused in an extacy of excitement, jumped in animation, at one with the music. As I came to my senses after the explosion, the vocals returned. Then I noticed the beautiful girl next to me. Soaking in a precipitate of bliss, I joined in as the melody returned. "When you touched my face, when you called my name..." She had her hands up in the air as well. I didn't know her at all; why did I want to hold her? I couldn't think of any reason to do so. But I bled for her. As my hand brushed against hers, a wave of emotion flooded my senses. Should I? What would she think? What if she rejected me? But I couldn't go on without knowing. I reached out and clasped her hand. To my joy she embraced mine twice as tight. I turned to look at her; she did the same. Her gaze caught mine and I took in her dazzling, delicate eyes. Her appearance startled me. Hair slightly out of place from the night's excitement, it perfectly accented her gorgeus, youthful countenance. Our faces beamed at eachother, so glad to have found someone who felt exactly the same way. "Burned with desire..." Justine sang, and again the rush came and exploded into the beautiful bass. We all jumped again in sync with the beat, floor shaking, trying to absorb all the joy, but failing just like we would if we tried to soak up a waterfall.
But then I let go of her hand, as if I were afraid to hold it any longer; and the torrent of water and joy turned to a drizzle. Why did I release what I was so connected with, what felt just like me? I could tell she halfway attempted to grab mine again in a delayed brush, but I didn't reach for hers, I ignored what was felt so right for something that felt so wrong. While I burned with desire, I left her in the rain.......:cry:
I continued dancing the night away, enjoying myself, yet wishing for her again by my side, knowing I was not happy without her.
Thus was my story of Armin in Atlanta. DON'T LET THE SAME HAPPEN TO YOU! I should have at least made a move to kiss her and gotten her number if she lived in Atlanta or something.
So now post any other stories of fun you've had at trance gigs or stupid things you've done at them. |
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| Ian^ |
| this one time at bandcamp, i thought a girl was going to let me touch her flute. turns out it was only a recorder. whore :( |
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| Spyder |
| quote: | Originally posted by Ian^
this one time at bandcamp, i thought a girl was going to let me touch her flute. turns out it was only a recorder. whore :( |
i'm sorry sweety i'll let you touch it next time... ;)
my fav moment... marco V 2005 in the summer some time...@ guv.. somewhere around 3 - 4 am... (seems like everything happend that night) it was just the greatest feeling of all time to have so much energy and dance b/c all the music was just really pumping hard unlike any other nite that i've ever gone too, i had the biggest urdge just to jump into the music... if thats even possible.. haha.. |
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| isoterra |
hehe.. cute story. little cringeworthy, but cute :p ...despite not being a fan of armin i didn't mind BTS at the time despite it being incredibly cheesy from an objective point of view. just seemed a 'nice' kind of cheesy as opposed to say, shivers, which just leaves me cold (no pun intended heh)
if search was working i'd link to the last time i replied to a thread like this :p ..but as it isn't, http://www.digital-evolution.co.uk/videos/ferry.AVI <- first time on e, after what had already been one of my best clubbing nights out ever :happy2: |
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