Friday night we engaged in an unwitting socio-anthropological experiment. What I thought
we were doing was going to a club venue to see the members of Glitch Mob DJ. All three have experience as DJs before and their work includes some nice covers and remixes so I figured it'd be interesting to see them doing some of this live and more freeform. Nice theory, eh?
First clue is that the venue didn't open until 10PM. But we gamely got there early and were in line. That ended up being fortuitous as we got a table that allowed us both a good view of the stage and to have our backs to a large pillar. Generally also with room to dance, about which more later.
We sort of figured there'd be some kind of opening act. What we hadn't counted on was that the "opener" would go on for 2.5 hours and Glitch Mob wouldn't come to the stage until midnight-thirty. To make matters worse, the opener was... bad. I mean, he started off with some passable generic techno and then went off into awful repetitive crap. Thank goodness for earplugs.
Glitch Mob did start off well and other than a couple of interludes of discordant noise they did generally what I'd hoped for - playing their own stuff live mixed and several of the things that they traditionally cover (e.g. Prodigy, Seven Nation Army). They were still going when we finally decided to call it quits at something like 1:45. I am seriously too old for this, even if I did dance more in those two hours than I have at most events in the past year. Seriously, there's something insanely awesome about a live mix of "Our Demons" which is one of my favorite of their tracks that they don't do a lot at their live shows anymore (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkvOLB7Yzhs
The preceding two hours were an amazing adventure into a scene that is so Very Not Me. I can't even begin to catalog all the social/anthropological weirdness involved. Some highlights:
- we discovered Pygment has the power to attract cute chicks whereas I attract crazy Russians and crazy Asians. Don't even ask.
- we discovered that for a mere $900 you could get a "VIP table" for yourself and up to 9 friends. Purchasing this amenity gets you a small table in the center of the floor roped off from the riff-raff, a large metal tub of dry ice containing a bottle of champagne, a giant bottle of vodka, and an assortment of traditional mixers such as OJ. Oh and the presence of a scantily dressed extremely conventionally attractive female who will pour said drinks for you and your companions. No room to dance - you're there to see and be seen. And when I say "scantily clad" I mean "butt floss and a top that is too small to hold a cell phone so she had to put it into her waistband."
- we saw only a couple of folk we knew; usually at a Mob show I'd expect to see around a dozen.
- there was ample eye candy of many genders, all of it far too young for me. The security dude at the entry amused me by calling me "young man" despite being more than a decade my junior. I did see a couple of folk who were around my age but this kind of club night is clearly a young person's game.
- and then there was the guy with the dishplate pupils who had UV-glow paint on his face and left the tubes on our table for a bit so we could test it out. Nice concept but the tube paint came out in such a thick amount that it was impossible to paint anything like a shape with it.
- and then there was the guy who kept putting down his pair of drinks on our table so he could text with whoever (you needed to order two drinks to hit the $20 minimum for using a credit card; clever trick, that).
And more. It was definitely an interesting experiment but it's not something I'm likely to repeat, even for the Mob.