[align=justify]en·er·gy Audio pronunciation of "energy" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (nr-j)
n. pl. en·er·gies
1. The capacity for work or vigorous activity; vigor; power. See Synonyms at strength.
2.
1. Exertion of vigor or power: a project requiring a great deal of time and energy.
2. Vitality and intensity of expression: a speech delivered with energy and emotion.
3.
1. Usable heat or power: Each year Americans consume a high percentage of the world's energy.
2. A source of usable power, such as petroleum or coal.
4. Physics. The capacity of a physical system to do work.
5. Music. Paul van Dyk.
I begin this review by asking everyone who was there last night, there in that raging hall on that magical night, to reflect just for a few seconds on what exactly was it all about. Just take a few minutes to yourself and think:
think about what was the aim of last night...
think about what mindset the DJs were in...
think about how far they tested our stamina...
think about what they unintentionally adopted as the theme of the night... think about what the crowd radiated in return...
think about what you radiated in return...
Done thinking?
Good.
Now tell me, could I have possibly inaugurated my review in a more accurately descriptive manner?
Furthermore, could I have been satisfied with that definition ending at "4."?
To really push the envelope: were you to be handed the reviewing duties, would you have possibly started with anything else?
No?
I thought so.
Last night, the DJs were pretty much "straight to the point", and as reviews ought to reflect their corresponding object, my review will pretty much be "staight to the point" as well.
The setup? Brilliant.
Arguably the biggest setup in the history of local raves. Biel was left with no vacant spots abandoned undecorated, and creatively so. Diversity in design tools and abundance of aesthetic elements marked the overall ambiance of the venue. Two particular observations need to be singled out: the huge metal letters "P V D" (and by huge I mean HUGE), and the numerous giant screens projecting various visualizations.
Everyting visual was carefully delivered: from shots of the DJs to music scenes to abstract visuals to even soccer sketches; the lighting system was quite cohesive with the flow of the music as well.
The sound system was crisp, powerful, neatly distrubuted, and profesionnaly engineered: crisp because you could clearly hear all the different elements of a track without one overshadowing the other; powerful because it roared like a scorned lion emerging from a gory battle; neatly distrubuted because you could hear just what you expect from any location; and professionaly engineered because you would leave after hours of loudness without suffering from that beeping buzz in your ravashed ears.
The crowd? Impressive.
It is no wonder that all the DJs leave Lebanon to tell their fellow jocks about just how much of party animals we are. Something around 10000 ravers lived up to the imported DJs' aspirations and exceeded their expectations even. A crowd rich in both quantity and quality is something to be truly proud of, and something that will only keep those DJs coming back for more. Naturally, the TH crowd was as shining as ever, and it was particularly good to see our dear member Plant get up on stage to cheer us while his masterpiece Kuffdam & Plant - Summer Dream was being played out... I can only imagine his feeling during that moment!
The DJs? Memserising.
I was unfortunate enough to miss out on the opening set of JoJo, but received no negative feedback about it, so it must've been good.
John Askew, the man who usually plays even harder than our hero of the night, was controversially handed over the official warmup session. What sounded more like a main set had Askew written all over it: dirty techy beats, filthy vibrating basslines, a minimal use of melody, and a whole fucking lot of energy to use John's descriptive style. Our crowd was digging every nasty bit of it, and they weren't quite grooving around but raving on with full throttle. Whether this is appropriate to induce through a warmup is a debate I leave to you, but judging John Askew out of context, I would safely say that this man can deliver, period.
But it's all about the main man, isn't it?
As the notorious Eddie Halliwell once put it whilst describing our man: "There are people who play records, and there are DJs who blow minds". Rightly said. But if I were to employ one word, just one word, to sum up this one DJ, I would allocate him this title - uncompromising. Paul van Dyk knows no compromise. He does not even know the meaning of the term. Heck, I even doubt he ever heard of the word for starters!
It was, unquestionably, a pure class act. But don't expect me to get all poetic and begin narrating the dreamy melodies and the tingly sensations they caused us. No my friends, it was not about that. It was about the bang and the boom, and only about the bang and the boom. BANG BANG! BOOM BOOM! BANG BANG BOOM BOOM! These monstrous sounds emanated from the ruthless speakers, trespassing your eardrum, then traversing your nerves, to eventually reside in that cerebral cortex or some other shit in your brain that is responsable for interpreting sonar stimuli. And as the laws of Behaviorism teach us, for each stimuli lies a response, and as the laws of Physics teach us, for each action lies an equal and opposite reaction. Our response was to bounce, our reaction was to rave.
We raved. And we raved. And then we raved some more. We raved for countless hours, relentlessly flailing our surrendering arms in thin air, exploring the flexibility of every muscle we nurture, at times smiling, at times screaming, at times just standing aside in amazement... But all the time coming to admit but one reality, all the time grasping the truth that lies behind the title, all the time acknowledging a fact that is self-proven: Paul van Dyk is the undisputed clubbers' God.
Alas and alas, I was compelled to leave shortly after sunrise, at the heavy price tag of missing out on our local pride and my good friend's after hours set, that of Amadeus, the DJ who has grown to embody the Trance ambassador of Lebanon. But then again, I've always faced difficulties reporting Amadeus' performances, due to the hard time he always gives me in digging out adjectives grandiose enough to depict his sets. Those of you who managed to stay there last night (or should I say this morning?) can share with us their feedback, while those of us who have been supporting our favorite DJ for the past years have had their share of his mastery.
I've repeated this so many times already that it's becoming too damn cliché, but MixFM 104.4 and Bacardi B-Live have done it again (and again and again and...).
Pure success. Pure PvD.
And he will be back in 2007... I guarantee it.[/align]