Dance until you pass out. That's my motto from now on at any live Armin Van Buuren shows. What do you even call a techno show? Is it a rave? There were certainly ravers present. I'm pretty sure the table next to us was doing drug deals.
I thought I had "slutted" myself up enough with a somewhat low-cut shirt, but I was NOTHING compared to some of the shit we saw. Scrawny, coked-out hooker-looking girls were everywhere, including one dressed in what looked to be a pink Lum outfit. The anime convention is next month, sweetie.
That said, the show was AMAZING. The first two DJs were mildly interesting, but it is obvious whose name was on the tickets: Armin Van Buuren. I'm amazed how into the music I get when it's live. I can listen to A.S.O.T. all day long and just perk my ears up every now and again, but play the same tunes live, and I'm raptly fascinated by everything coming from the speakers.
Unfortunately, I don't think there were enough people cheering, nor was the venue completely full, so I'm not sure he'll ever come back. Oh well, at least I got to see him once :)!
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