The day has finally arrived, the anticipation of waiting months to see our favourite djs is finally over. You can feel the excitement in the air as me and my best friend waited in line to attend the biggest music festival in Canada, Veld. At the entrance, a long line of people in outrageous and colourful outfits await their turn to be body searched. While waiting in line, an overload of emotions are seen across everyone's faces throughout this venue. As me and my friend were talking, the line started to move slowly. Neared the entrance, where a bouncer standing. He asked for our tickets so we passed them to him. He checked our tickets, and my purse, nodded and let us through the gates. As we enter veld me and my best friend looked at each other with a thrilled look in our eyes knowing today will be a mind blowing and unforgettable night.
We begin to walk fast towards to the stadium as we hear the loud booms of the bass and the screaming of the teenager girls, the sweat of the performers revealed the beginning of the concert. The crowd was full of energy, roaring at every drop the dj plays. House music is enjoyable to an individual, but when it is the sounds of Krewella playing the number one hit “Alive”, the mood changes instantly. The music rouses everyone to their full potential; it's as if the beat is in their souls. There is nothing that tops the emotions that I feel at a rave concert. The energy releases through the singer’s microphone as the raging girls of Krewella jump on stage, and wave their sweaty hair back and forth. The band’s faces are almost completely blocked, as all I can see are dancing figures in front of me as everyone is jumping up and down as adrenaline takes over. From the view on this guy’s shoulders I see...
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Daylight turning into night as the concert went on, the last performer Deadmau5 came on stage with his lit up mouse head to end off this music festival. Looking around the crowd all I could see were diehard fans wearing a replica of the famous mouse head. Regardless of all the people around me, I feel as though Deadmau5 is serenading to me, not the crowd of tired and stinking teenagers. After twenty minutes, everyone’s lungs weakened after screaming the lyrics louder than Deadmau5 himself. Veld was coming to the end as we all looked up into the beautiful sky with big, loud fireworks going off. The fireworks lit up the sky to a magical ending. Deadmau5 ends his set and as I look around me to see everyone giving hugs to their friends, smiling knowing this is the end of a great festival. We all wait for next year’s musical festival, Veld 2014!
Kate's family had rented out a ballroom in a neighborhood country club, and we intended to dance the night away. As I approached the scene, disco lights streamed through the large windows and ran all over the lawn. Music enveloped the parking lot as my adrenaline began to elevate. I sauntered in, waving to my friend...
As the night passed on the music was turned up a couple notches. All of the groups were sounding good until it got to Eve. This young lady singer is nice to here on the radio with her vocals tuned to perfection, but in concert it was horrible and the crowd was going from crazy to just about silent. Juvenile was the last rapper to finish the (what felt like short) concert. By the time he came up there the music was so loud you couldn’t here the guy sing.
So we figured everything out and and figured that Alex Kramper, Tori Main, Trevor Waller, Kristen Kesler, and me were going to the concert, the next day we met at Alex’s house to all ride in the concert together in Trevor’s truck, it was a planned booze cruise through St.Louis. So I woke up early in the morning for the Saturday concert and did my chores early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to do them the next day all hungover. I finally finish all my chores and then take a shower and head out to Alex’s house dressed in rock concert material, with a Captain Morgan handle and a case of Stag.
Raves are often thought of as a “religious experience” displaying the audience as a “dance tribe” causing these electronic dance music culture “as spiritualties of life” (St John 12). There is no denying that the rave consists of “cultures whose participants committed to an ethos most famously expressed as Peace, Love, Unity and Respect (PLUR)” (St John 3). These participants have reported life- changing experiences, transcendence, and even conveying anecdotes of “ascension and re- enchantment” (St John 3). According to Graham St. John, “ [the] rave exemplifies the cultural phenomenon of religion, particularly that which, Bastide regarded ‘instituant’ or ‘savage’ religion rather than the domesticated or ‘instituted’ forms associated with institutional religion,” (St. John 3). Essentially, the rave functions as a religious community but not in the traditional sense; the DJ is thought of as the shaman and the dance floor is the communita (St John 5). Additionally, both the “ecstatic” experiences and ritual framework of raves intensifies the sense of belonging and demonstrates communal characteristics. The ravers experience a reconnection endemic and is considered to be “tribal” by the participants (St. John 9-10). Furthermore, this tribal nature of the ravers allows them to experience a sense of connectedness and inner peace with themselves. When a raver described this feeling as stating, “The MDMA experience makes you perceive by a kind of intuition, the real essence of your being. It’s not something elaborated by your conscious or unconscious mind, it’s something you suddenly realize you know without any doubt. You know the truth because you have experienced it. Now that you know that you, me, everything is one, or God as you wi...
Music’s influence is felt everywhere and it brings about a stir of emotions in many people. Whether it is something as simple as relationship trouble or something deeper and more profound, such as one’s cultural history, music serves as a stimulant to the mind and in other ways, a stimulant to the body. Such music as country, rock, reggae and Zydeco all succeed in stimulating the body and convincing it that dancing will only increase the satisfactory feeling that the music tends to give off.
The anticipation of this day had been building up for some time over that last few months, and now it was upon me at last. I didn’t feel the same excitement I had leading up to this moment, I even kind of grumbled to myself about how I wished the bus was bigger so that I would be more comfortable. We all had our assigned seats, but no one seemed to be where they were supposed to be. The anxiousness of getting to Colorado was causing a great deal of confusion, chaos, and stress. The noise of everyone carrying on and yelling could be compared to the way a screaming crowed sounds at an AC/DC concert.
Decoration done was completely fascinating, moreover, there were banners all over as well as vibrant lights. It looked like a complete band performance. The sound system was at its best. There was a symphony orchestra, and, drums were what I liked the most. A small break was taken during the concert and meanwhile the host of the show made the audiences more cheerful and with a lucky draw distributed some gift hampers to people. After the break, like a boom, they come back and sang that one song which is my favorite; the song that changed my mind and views all the times, the song which gave me hope, the song which made me realize that there is God present. I sang it all my childhood and which inspired me all the way whenever I was helpless and on every occasion I lost hope. This happening moment will always be evoked by me. So, my favorite song basically says ‘Live life like a butterfly, take rest but never forget to fly’. Nevertheless, out of nowhere the special appearance performers arrive like rock stars and the devotional and poised environment transforms into a lively and cheerful atmosphere as fast as the speed of light. All the youth started dancing on the beats and the music changed like a tepid speech to an eager one. The drummer was full of energy and was charged up. The stage became as bright as the shining armor. All of a sudden it turned to be a rock band performance. There was some party music around and literally I and my friends stood up, started dancing and went till the stage. We all danced and were joined by hundreds. Observing that atmosphere my eyes gleamed like pearls. Eventually, I was privileged to get a fortunate chance of meeting and greeting Salim and Sulaiman and shaking their
Some could say dance events are just as fun sober as they are on something. Some could say substances enhance an individual’s festival experience. Either of these opinions could be right, but what remains a fact is that substances are indeed, in one way or another, deeply involved with music. It is not because of the music itself, however influential it may seem, but rather the choice of fans that has caused this. Everyone wants to have a great experience at a music festival. If they are offered a greater experience, then of course they will be open-minded. Although substances may be an experience for some, they may be the divider between life and death for others. From alcohol poisoning at Toby Keith shows and meth use at Metallica concerts, substance abuse has proven to be something widespread and dangerous throughout music festivals (Baca, par. 8). Society can make substances a taboo, say ...
We play music loudly with our friends and families at social gatherings and ultimately it creates a friendly and open atmosphere. Now the last thing we would think about would be that at one of these social events one of us may die. In recent years there have been more and more deaths and injuries at musical festivals all throughout the United States. Although the number is much lower than deaths and injuries from automotive accidents they should not be over looked. Music festivals are becoming more and more popular and people are flocking to festivals all around the United States. These music festivals in today’s society have turned into drug infested parties in which people’s live are endangered and people themselves are exposed to drugs and unsafe festival conditions.
Over this semester, I attended two concerts. The first concert I went to was a performance done by the Swedish band Graveyard at the 9:30 club in DC. The second concert that I went to was at the George Mason Center for Performing Arts. This concert was a jazz competition between bands call The Battle of the Big Bands. Both concerts were performed very well and kept the audience, myself included, very entertained throughout the entire show. In this paper, I will be discussing each individual show in depth, and then continuing on to compare the two concerts.
Musical concerts are undoubtedly an incredible opportunity to experience a great aesthetic pleasure by listening to the musicians perform in front of your eyes. The power of music can hardly be overestimated – it can transfer a number of messages, thoughts and feelings through the performed sounds. Therefore the one can comprehend the music in the best possible way only when it is heard live. Musical concerts are often revelatory and highly impressive experiences to me. This essay thereby aims to provide my reflections and impressions of the concert of Gregory Porter & the Metropole Orchestra which I had the opportunity to attend in Nashville, TN.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
Without warning, the lights went dark. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My adrenaline went through the roof. The time had finally come that I would get to see and hear my first live concert.
Then audience members who were perfect strangers who were screaming loudest would turn to each other with knowing glances and smile because they were sharing the same excitement and connecting with one another over their love of this man’s music. There was no pushing or shoving to get closer to the stage – it wasn’t that kind of crowd. Instead, there was mutual respect for one another’s space within the confines of the too-small venue. Nobody wanted to be the person who ruined it for someone else. It was this respect that made the audience members’ connections with one another that much stronger – we were all here to listen to this wonderful man’s music and see his performance – and, of course, we were here to enjoy it.