Within the spectrum of live concert entertainment, EDM, DJ, and dance sets, etc. have been an elusive experience for me. Few times have I found myself in their rhythmic and visual clutches, and even fewer than that can I count the times I felt I was mentally and physically prepared for the event itself. As circumstance would have it, my opportunity to fully immerse myself in this type of event was again thwarted by other obligations, yet what I took from this show was perhaps just as good, and served as a blessing.
To paraphrase one Michael “Mike” Ehrmantraut from the show Breaking Bad, there are “no half measures.” This applies to concerts as much as anything in life, and if you can put your inhibitions aside and truly let loose, an EDM (or any other related genre category) concert can be a liberating experience. However as a casual observer, I was resigned to watch the congregation of disciples pulse, sway, and gyrate to verbose vibrations blasting from the speakers while the clergy on stage, known as Infected Mushroom, presided over their flock and guided them through the ritualistic fray.
All were baptized in sweat, and I can only imagine the majority had ingested many sacraments of all kinds to put them in touch with their deity for the evening. While a few succumbed to excess of the body and blood , most reveled and worshipped with hands in the air, leaping from the floor in rhythmic unity. While the pulpit where the worship leaders took their place seemed somewhat bare and lacking in ornaments and dressings pleasing to the eye, all that seemed to go unnoticed by the obedient faithful.
As I watched from the back, my heart felt heavy as I gazed at the adoring populus, wishing to throw myself fully into that which captivated these souls not so unlike my own. But that would have to wait for another time when I could make the time for sacrament and set the appropriate time for recovery the next morning.
Written by Paul Ablaze
Photography by Danny Donovan
*edited by Kate Erickson