(gota luv it wen i get all poetic n stuf

Tala and I were the first to arrive at X-OM somewhat past midnight, to run into DJ Cardiac and his Tala chilling at the bar. DJ G was opening the night with some funky House, and the place was starting to fill up, with some random ravers going at it on the dancefloor already. The DJ booth was completely transformed into a, well, real booth! And inside rested a pair of MKIIs and the classic 600 mixer. The sound system was boosted up by the organizers, but was not that well distributed, as some areas were predominant with bass, whilst others were way too acute. Nevertheless, it only took us a few minutes of exploration to settle down where the sound sounded (can I say that?) best - the stairs. Oh and for the record, if you ever get tipsy, don't stand on stairs, let alone dance on them; trust me, I learned it the hard way!

Special K took over for some more serious House, namely Progressive House, the kind of House you'd hear at B018, and this is where the night really started for me, as I am indeed fond of the deep dark melancholic ProgHouse. Playing tracks from the likes of Chris Micali and Ali Ajami, Special K started filling the floor more and more with each track, and after an hour or so the crowd had reached its optimal state of readiness for the man of the hour - Carl Cox. Look, I was tipsy, really tipsy, so from a distance Amadeus looked like Coxy to me, just don't rub it in my face now!
Amadeus (after Tala finally convinced me that the DJ who just took over is not a big african-american with split teeth) took over at around 1:30, and spanked right in the front with something that we hadn't savoured yet during the night: melody. An orchestral intro from the production of none-other than our very own member and friend Transparance (a.k.a. Alerto Carlos), featuring dramatic strings that threw hands way up in the air from the onset of its chord progression. Truly something to be proud of: a Lebanese DJ supporting the work of a Lebanese producer... we wished you were with us at that moment Alaa!
The tempo was increased and the energy level along with it, as Amadeus began slamming one trancer after the other, alternating between the Trance subgenres as he always does. The crowd was feeding off and he just kept on delivering. Between the technical mastery (or to refer to the exact word I used with Tala, "el 2astazé"), the brilliant taste, the vivid interaction, and the occasional warping effects, Amadeus took the attendants on a flight into audio; perhaps too much of a cliché expression to emply, but what other image could more accurately depict the Trance experience? (And I won't go into the images I was getting from the alcohol)
Unfortunately I was compelled to depart prior to Amadeus' closing tracks, as the lethal combination of the exagerated use of the smoke machine, the overcrowdedness and subsequent odours, and the cigarette smokes that fogged the venue caused my eyes to get uber-irritated and all teary (or was it me going all emotional over Trance? I'm known to do that you know, I was just too tipsy to recall!

Not many THerz showed up, but I'm sure you'll all make it up on this coming Tuesday in Podium, where I would be warming up for the legend I just reviewed. Also, don't forget to make it to Clock for Johnny's Trance set tonight, and to Cyan on Sunday afternoon for Gil Aura and Maximal as well. No, don't nag about having way too many events to attend to... we're just making up for the lost war time, the Lebanese way!
