Davide Crombie<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n Bright LED lights flickered on the front of the bus, the neon poles inside were I had waited months for this concert, bought many CDs, The crowd thickened as we filed into the cavernous dome Every generation has grown up with a certain style of We found our group of friends just as the bass line to Davide Crombie \u00a0 Bright LED lights flickered on the front of the bus, the neon poles inside were glowing yellow, city lights dotted the night outside the window. The unrelenting, pounding beat of techno music was pulsing in my brain … Continue reading
\nglowing yellow, city lights dotted the night outside the window. The
\nunrelenting, pounding beat of techno music was pulsing in my brain through the
\nearphones of my iPod. The sun had just set and the young electric generation
\nwas heading into the night. I got off the bus, rhythms still going in my ears,
\nand went into the subway to meet up with a friend. We talked loudly about which
\nsongs we were excited to hear over the automated, robotic voice coming through
\nthe speaker above us. A quick stop to pick up some other friends of ours and
\nthen back to the subway we went. We exited the underground, and Toronto\u2019s famous CN Tower came into view; colourful lights shooting up and down its length. All the
\nlights in the downtown core charged the atmosphere as crowds funnelled towards
\nthe Rogers Centre.<\/p>\n
\ndownloaded tracks and uploaded all the melodies into my head. The ultra-famous
\nmouse-god of techno music, Deadmau5, was coming back to his home town for the
\nfinal show in his tour. Deadmau5 had taken a shot at becoming an artist in one
\nof the most shaky, criticized streams of music, and he made it. He made it big.
\n20,000 screaming, jumping, fist-pumping fans had come out to see him perform,
\nand I was one of them.<\/p>\n
\nalong with thousands of other neon-wearing techno fans. The strobe lights were
\nalready flashing and the opening artists were busy warming up the growing
\ncrowd. Glow stick mouse ears, handed out at the entrance, were dotting the dark
\nfloor while coloured lights were sparkling on the roof above. We met up with some
\ngirls I knew, and then descended the bleachers into the dark sea below. Once on
\nthe floor, I began to bounce with the music. I had never danced in my life but
\nthere was something about the music and the people that took control of my body
\nand forced me to move along to its bass line. The opening artists were all big
\nname musicians, who could have headlined a show of their own, but this concert
\nwas a whole new magnitude of grandeur. They played for three or four hours,
\neach artist topping the next, rhythms gradually becoming more complex, and
\nmelodies more captivating. Some of us retreated to the stands to take a break
\nfrom the dancing. The view was spectacular: thousands of people all bouncing
\nwith the same beat, glow sticks and camera lights punctuating the darkness, and
\nbeams of light slashing the space above. From that vantage point it was
\nimpossible to pick out individuals; everyone made up a constantly growing,
\nmoving mass in the centre of the floor. Our break from the dancing was cut
\nshort as the music stopped and the lights turned off. The audience went silent
\nas we bounded down the steps to the vast floor. Moving back into the crowd, I
\nrealized that it was the music that brought all of these people together, the
\nmusic that made everyone rush from their seats as a new song began.<\/p>\n
\nmusic. Songs which were rejected by the older generation at the time are now
\nconsidered classics. Since the turn of the 20th<\/sup> century, every
\ndecade of youth have had their styles, their way of life, their culture, and
\ntheir own music to go along with their revolutionary ways. Our generation, the
\nelectric-generation, has brought a brand new style of music: Electronica. It
\nmay be repetitive, but it creates energy. People start to dance when they hear
\na familiar beat, and that night, people were enjoying every timeless second of
\nevery repeated note.<\/p>\n
\nDeadmau5\u2019s first song began. The noise from the crowd almost drowned out the
\nfirst notes of the melody when his famous cubic, spaceship style stage lit up.
\nEvery light in the dome went on and everyone in the crowd jumped when the song
\npeaked. Meanwhile, Deamau5 casually bobbed his mouse head in the centre of the
\nstage, the audience hypnotized by his glowing eyes and almost eerie presence.
\nEvery song brought with it an electric mist, every synthesized note fell like a
\nraindrop, and every beat caused a tremor in the floor. Techno music has a way
\nof slowing down time, creating a trance like state. When combined with a group
\nof people who all think the same, it can make you lose sense of individuality,
\nIt can make you feel connected to everyone in the room, and it can give
\neveryone a sense of identity as one united group. That night I became part of
\nthe energized, pulsating crowd, and I owe it all to techno music. I hope that
\nin the future I will be able to show my favourite songs from today to my
\nchildren, and tell them \u201ckids, this is a classic.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"