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I know it's late in the week to finally report on Black and Blue, but I -just- got access to the Internet again.
What a surreal night. I arrived with a crew of 4, but I was hoping to run into 4 different circles of friends among the 10s of thousands in attendance. Unbelievably, I found everyone over the course of the 12 hours I was there.
Olympic Stadium was decked out nicely. The theme this year was '01 Origine...and they set the place up to look like early civilization. There were candles everywhere, sand on the ground, huge rock boulders, lined up and stacked up.
It was cold. In fact, I've never been colder while raving/dancing/clubbing/doing anything requiring movement. After checking the place out when we arrived, I tried to get near the middle of the floor, where massive body heat was enough to stave off the freeze. The only drawback being sweat-smears from topless and huge gayboys. Scantilly-clad go-go/pro dancers lined stages around the centre, and huge screens played everything from "sponsered by..." ads to movies of different cultures' people dancing. There were some shows, but my friends said they weren't as elaborate as years past.
My mental state wasn't so hot at first...I'd driven all night that day to get to Montreal, and hadn't really slept. My girlfriend and I were breaking up earlier, and like I said - I was cold. When we had to escape the intense trancey ups and downs, the only recluse was a huge fucking freezing chill-out room with little/no places to sit. So we sat on a big wooden log, with a cop sitting 2' away, talking to a girl who didn't look in good shape. Things at this point weren't very good. But they got better.
Later I was waiting for Monika by the washroom, and I heard Papau New Guinea screaming through the stadium. She couldn't have taken longer, because of the huge line there, but when we finally got down, went straight to the booth and saw Tomeii playing live for the rest of PNG and 1 more. That was it. The DJ I'd gone to see was seen for uh, 10 minutes. Shit. Next up was Saeed and Palash, who I'd never seen before. I was expecting a progressive set, but they laid down some epic trance tracks. I only ever saw one of them in the 'booth' at a time...I thought they worked together?
Anyway, I spent their set dancing around the room, running into different friends, always to their and my surprise. There were some beauuuuutiful people in there. And some crazy costumes too. I remember telling people I'd be wearing Black and Blue thinking nobody really did that. My colour choice basically caused me to be swallowed up by the masses, cuz man, we were all in black and blue. Cool.
Alain Vinet and Stephane Gaudet (I think that was his name) came on and tag-teamed the best set of the night. I managed to get a seat 2 feet from Alain, raised up on one of the stone blocks. He kept smiling at me, asking how it was...nothing beat giving him a "raise it up" kinda motion, and hearing him drop this "BOOM" beat that pulverized the place. Their set was just what Montreal is about - soulful, steady house music. Nobody else raised the energy like they did. We all got dancing like mofos in no time. The last track really hyped the place up. I don't know the track title but it's got the line "where do we go from here, time ain't nothing but time". Anyway, the track started, and the vocals were slightly different, as the sheets in the middle of the floor lowered to expose the actual singer of the song. That was so cool, and she sang it with amazing conviction. She looked like I imagine those old gospel women from the deep south, like Louisiana.
Very cool. Saw Tre from the Lofters at the end of the night, at noon monday. Didn't sleep, and then went to Stereo for Victor Calderone and Jack Chad. Victor as usual blew the fucking roof off the place. We all went ape for him, and I danced on the riser for about 4 straight hours. As consistent DJs go, I've never been as impressed by someone was Victor C. Wow.
Stereo was open from 5pm monday till 11am tuesday. We were there dancing non-stop from 6:30pm till 2:30am.
20 hours of dancing in 26. A new record has been set, and I had one of the craziest weekends of my life. My calves are absolutely killing me, even today.
The weekend might have been a top 5 if Clive Henry at System friday didn't suck donkey dick.
~Josh
What a surreal night. I arrived with a crew of 4, but I was hoping to run into 4 different circles of friends among the 10s of thousands in attendance. Unbelievably, I found everyone over the course of the 12 hours I was there.
Olympic Stadium was decked out nicely. The theme this year was '01 Origine...and they set the place up to look like early civilization. There were candles everywhere, sand on the ground, huge rock boulders, lined up and stacked up.
It was cold. In fact, I've never been colder while raving/dancing/clubbing/doing anything requiring movement. After checking the place out when we arrived, I tried to get near the middle of the floor, where massive body heat was enough to stave off the freeze. The only drawback being sweat-smears from topless and huge gayboys. Scantilly-clad go-go/pro dancers lined stages around the centre, and huge screens played everything from "sponsered by..." ads to movies of different cultures' people dancing. There were some shows, but my friends said they weren't as elaborate as years past.
My mental state wasn't so hot at first...I'd driven all night that day to get to Montreal, and hadn't really slept. My girlfriend and I were breaking up earlier, and like I said - I was cold. When we had to escape the intense trancey ups and downs, the only recluse was a huge fucking freezing chill-out room with little/no places to sit. So we sat on a big wooden log, with a cop sitting 2' away, talking to a girl who didn't look in good shape. Things at this point weren't very good. But they got better.
Later I was waiting for Monika by the washroom, and I heard Papau New Guinea screaming through the stadium. She couldn't have taken longer, because of the huge line there, but when we finally got down, went straight to the booth and saw Tomeii playing live for the rest of PNG and 1 more. That was it. The DJ I'd gone to see was seen for uh, 10 minutes. Shit. Next up was Saeed and Palash, who I'd never seen before. I was expecting a progressive set, but they laid down some epic trance tracks. I only ever saw one of them in the 'booth' at a time...I thought they worked together?
Anyway, I spent their set dancing around the room, running into different friends, always to their and my surprise. There were some beauuuuutiful people in there. And some crazy costumes too. I remember telling people I'd be wearing Black and Blue thinking nobody really did that. My colour choice basically caused me to be swallowed up by the masses, cuz man, we were all in black and blue. Cool.
Alain Vinet and Stephane Gaudet (I think that was his name) came on and tag-teamed the best set of the night. I managed to get a seat 2 feet from Alain, raised up on one of the stone blocks. He kept smiling at me, asking how it was...nothing beat giving him a "raise it up" kinda motion, and hearing him drop this "BOOM" beat that pulverized the place. Their set was just what Montreal is about - soulful, steady house music. Nobody else raised the energy like they did. We all got dancing like mofos in no time. The last track really hyped the place up. I don't know the track title but it's got the line "where do we go from here, time ain't nothing but time". Anyway, the track started, and the vocals were slightly different, as the sheets in the middle of the floor lowered to expose the actual singer of the song. That was so cool, and she sang it with amazing conviction. She looked like I imagine those old gospel women from the deep south, like Louisiana.
Very cool. Saw Tre from the Lofters at the end of the night, at noon monday. Didn't sleep, and then went to Stereo for Victor Calderone and Jack Chad. Victor as usual blew the fucking roof off the place. We all went ape for him, and I danced on the riser for about 4 straight hours. As consistent DJs go, I've never been as impressed by someone was Victor C. Wow.
Stereo was open from 5pm monday till 11am tuesday. We were there dancing non-stop from 6:30pm till 2:30am.
20 hours of dancing in 26. A new record has been set, and I had one of the craziest weekends of my life. My calves are absolutely killing me, even today.
The weekend might have been a top 5 if Clive Henry at System friday didn't suck donkey dick.
~Josh
