Okay, a skill-testing question:
What’s my favourite type of music?
If you know my history, you’d probably say Bruce Springsteen and Lady Gaga. I love those two … but you’d be wrong.
If you knew of my soujourns in Koerner Hall in Toronto, and my youth as a cello player, classical music might come to mind. I love symphonies with a full orchestra. But again you haven’t found the mother lode.
Are you ready?
Techno or EDM.
Driving beats, all electronic. Fabulous light shows. And dancing! I love the DJ Tiesto and the tunes he spins.
I’ve never been to an EDM festival. I suppose everyone will be twenty. I’ll dance like them but I’ll get tired faster. More breaks. And then back at it.
I arrived in Belgium ten days ago with visions of Tomorrowland in my heart. That’s the techno festival in the appropriately named town of Boom, in eastern Belgium.
Awhile ago I registered for Tomorrowland so I could have a chance of getting a ticket. The pre-sale (with discounted prices) was on January 28. Regular prices on February 4
“I’m going to Tomorrowland” sang in my heart.
I was all set at 5:00 pm on the 28th. I entered the ticket shop beforehand and then the process was random. I lounged on the sofa while staring at my Samsung screen. I waited. Eventually a sign showed up saying that all the discount tickets were sold. Come back next week.
On Saturday I was ready again. Surely they’ll be many thousands of tickets this time. Bruce and Boom sounded so good.
When I entered the ticket shop before 5:00, a sign told me not to refresh the page or I’d be shunted to the end of the line.
“I’m a smart guy. I can do that.”
5:05 … 5:10. Nothing. I got up to do something, phone in hand. My time in history was approaching!
As I sat down again, I glanced down at the screen. It was the Tomorrowland home page. I guess my jiggling and wiggling had refreshed the page.
“You, Mr. Bruce, are at the end of the line.”
The end of the story is that I’m not going to Tomorrowland in 2023.
What I am going to is a smaller EDM festival – Core, which will be for two days in late May in Brussels. What the hell! I’m going to dance with a few thousand fewer of my best friends.
Give me the dance, the lights, the bass notes roaming through my body. I’ll take Brussels, thank you.