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Natalie Howard provides the story to the hype.
This had to be the opening of 2011 that everyone was talking about. The rumours had been circulating for weeks that the hotel wasn’t going to be finished on time. But boy did they prove us wrong! Not only was it finished, it was unlike anything I had seen before in Ibiza!
Walking through the colossal carved doors and into the main pool area, we all just stopped and stared. Gobsmacked. I had seen a few pictures beforehand but nothing could have prepared me for this. At one end was the stage, where the Cadenza DJ’s Reboot and Robert Dietz were already pumping out the tunes. But this was not just any stage, it was a stage worthy of any festival or concert arena. Then there was the enormous pool, with dancers being carried on men’s shoulders to their podiums in the middle (where a few were writhing around in super-sized Veuve Cliquot buckets!). With a 5000 person capacity you can imagine the sheer size of this place.
There were people everywhere! The main dance floor was already packed full of early bird party-goers, and the crowd had spread past the pool and the VIP beds all the way to the bar at the back. Ushuaia have managed to create a space that everyone can enjoy; with many different levels and zones, you don’t need to worry about not being able to see the stage or being too far from the party. If you’ve booked a room you have the luxury of looking over the crowd from your balcony (which must have been incredible), or even getting your own personal dance space if you’re on the ground floor.
It took us about 15 minutes just to take it all in before realizing that we should probably eat something prior to indulging in any mojitos. Luckily we were able to get a table in the Beach Club restaurant, which while being rather expensive, did not disappoint. The tuna was delicious and the ‘Ushuaia Burger’ on the table next door looked mouthwatering. However, a quick word of warning; do not expect a quiet lunch on the beach during pool parties, the music was just as loud in the restaurant as it was by the stage. While this did make it rather difficult to engage in conversation it did mean I was able to watch all the TV reporters filming. I have to say that I have never seen so much press at an opening as I did that day. There were cameramen, photographers and presenters EVERYWHERE (a medal to anyone who managed to avoid being filmed or having their photo taken).
With our tummies now full it was time to get involved in the party. As the sun began to set, Ushuaia took on a whole other atmosphere. It had transformed from day time pool party to full on nightclub style, open air, club. The high tech lighting display behind the DJ booth was now in all its glory and the pool and water fountains were glowing with different colours. We weaved our way to the main dance floor and remained there for 3 hours. No toilet breaks, no drink breaks, nothing. It was so good that you just didn’t want to miss out on anything.
I have to admit that I didn’t quite understand why Ushuaia had called it the unexpected opening party. I had seen the rather random frog, pig and crocodile statues but that couldn’t possibly warrant it the name ‘unexpected’. This was until I turned around to see gigantic air filled marshmallow men walking through the crowds, dancing to the music and cheering everyone. That was definitely unexpected!
The Ushuaia Ibiza Beach Hotel Opening, has to be one of, if not the best parties I have been to in Ibiza in a long time. It has brought back the open air clubbing that Ibiza has been missing for some time. The next pool party is on the 12th of June and you would be mad to miss it!
The award winning Creamfields is the world’s leading dance music festival. The original and best, Creamfields set out to provide the clubbing world with a bespoke large scale outdoor event and has gone on to become the most popular and renowned open air electronic music festivals in the world.
Creamfields is famous for many things not least its heritage but also its consistent delivery of world class line ups, value for money and unbeatable atmosphere!
Creamfields 2011 takes place on Friday 26th, Saturday 27th and Sunday 28th August Bank Holiday Weekend
Disco is now a dirty word in America. Ronald Reagan is about to take office and send the world into a nationalistic, evangelical Dark Age. Strange times are ahead…
The haters were confident that Disco, their sworn enemy, was finally, and permanently dead, consigned to the musical and cultural scrap-heap. No longer would red-blooded, heterosexual, American men feel the need to dress up in garish polyester shirts, tight, crotch-hugging gabardine slacks, platform shoes, and engage in mindless casual sex and Himalayan mountain ranges of cocaine.
America was once again safe.
To be fair, Disco hadn’t done itself any favours. Like some of its loyal followers, Disco hadn’t been selective about mating partners. Like any musical revolution, once the popular market got its grimy hands all over the scene, doom was written on the cards.
Pop music is a cultural vampire. It latches on to whatever is hot at the time, sucks all the available creative juices, until all that is left is a dried out husk.
When Disco first started, the music was inspired, passionate, delightfully and deliriously over the top. Artists like Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band brought back 1930′s big band swing with disco hips. Silver Connection dropped a disco bomb in the middle of a classical orchestra, straight outta Munich. Even credible rock acts like Blondie, Rod Stewart, and The Electric Light Orchestra were getting in on the act.
Then Nile Rodgers got turned away by Steve Rubell at the doors of Studio 54. Chic started a revolution. When Le Freak dropped, it was the Never Mind The Bollocks of disco.
Of course, no musical revolution is complete without mind-altering chemicals. Jazz had marijuana. Psychedelic rock had LSD. Disco had COCAINE.
Lots and lots and lots of cocaine. Pure, white, fluffy, tasty….I’m sorry, where was I?
Cocaine was everywhere during the Golden Age of Disco. It was a cool time. You had to figure there would be snow…
Of course, the good times couldn’t last. By the late 70′s the musical output had deteriorated so much, Hollywood stars like Ethel Merman were making disco records. Google her, kids. She was a big star back in the day, trust me.
It would be hard to take a musical style seriously that didn’t take its shelf life into consideration. Disco wanted to live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse.
Well, two out of three ain’t bad (Thanks, Meat Loaf!).
Previously, I quoted the first Law of Thermodynamics. Energy cannot be created or destroyed. It can only become another energy form.
That law can also be applied to music. Music is a form of energy. Sound energy, to be precise. Vibrating waves that hit the eardrum, causing it to vibrate.
…And the beat goes on.
Disco was the amphibian taking its first steps on land. It was never meant to remain static.
It was as if everyone had forgotten that caterpillars form a cocoon. After a dormant period, a butterfly emerges.
Let’s hop into the DeLorean, shall we? (Sidebar: I love the fact that the DeLorean is such a cultural icon. Who else but a guy who funded his company dealing coke could come up with the idea of building a car out of stainless steel? You can’t make this stuff up, people!)
Fast forward five years to 1985. I’ll fill you in on the way…
People still wanted to dance. They just wanted to wear different stupid clothing.
Disco wasn’t the only casualty of the time. Rock had become a bloated carcass of 60′s bands getting rich and insanely high off of past glory. Punk emerged, a lean, mean predator that burned out even faster than Disco. It was meant to. Strangely enough, without either culture knowing it, Punk and Disco, which had flirted occasionally (See Heart Of Glass, by Blondie), now rutted with a savage intensity.
New York and London witnessed the carnage, first hand. In impoverished neighborhoods, where gang violence was rife, a gang leader named Afrika Bambatta heard a DJ spinning Trans Europe Express, by Kraftwerk, a German group of four men and their synthesizers. Around the same time, Martin Gore and Vince Clark were in Basildon, Essex, listening to German electronic music.
Although neither of the parties realized it, but they would go on to become pioneers in their respective genres, and also sow the seeds for another great musical leap forward.
New Wave and Hip Hop. Disco’s bastard offspring. Five lads in Birmingham were digging David Bowie and Roxy Music. Their bass player had an affinity for Chic, in particular, Bernard Edwards, the bassist.
Some eyeliner, and a few puffy sleeves later, Duran Duran was born.
Three guys and a DJ got together in New York, and started rapping over a break from Good Times by Chic (them again!)
Rapper’s Delight, by The Sugarhill Gang.
1985. Larry Levan was a DJ at The Garage, a nightclub in New York. Derek May was a DJ in Detroit. Frankie Knuckles had just arrived in Chicago. He would get a job as a DJ at a nightclub called the Warehouse.
And now, the fun begins…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Every Monday this year, the wildly popular and very successful trio of Axwell, Sebastian Ingrosso and Steve Angello, aka the Swedish House Mafia, are taking over Pacha with their own brand and playboyism.
Expect all the best bits you get from a night at Pacha but with all the panache and fireworks this dynamic trio offer. Hands in the air now!
Subliminal is an inappropriate name for this Erick Morillo vehicle. The pocket Columbian’s relentless touring schedule and obliging availability to the media make him one of the most well-known and liked DJs today.
The trademark funky chunky electro-house sound of his record label is to the fore, though he’s also likely to include diverse guests, such as M.A.N.D.Y. and even Dubfire. He might even spring a rock surprise like Tommy Lee.
Erick bases himself in Ibiza for the summer and is one of the island’s most popular party starters, with fireworks guaranteed. 2011 sees huge guests like Basement Jaxx and Chuckie with multiple dates as part of the theme for this year……..SUBLIMINAL INVASION!
Lee has been kind enough to give me this space to pretend like I know what I’m doing. Of course, I don’t, but I never let that stop me before…
Before one solitary sentence is devoted to the topic at hand, I’d first like to say a few words on the the general topic of music itself.
We all have our preferences when it comes to music. Much like religion, what one person digs, another despises. That is another column altogether. Hell, blogs are devoted to it.
I have yet to encounter a human being that doesn’t like music. Well, that’s not entirely true. I met someone who said they didn’t like music. I didn’t talk to them for any length of time. What would be the point?
Aside from religion, I can’t think of any other thing on this planet that evokes such passion in people. Not liking someone’s music tastes is akin to slapping their mother. Friendships have been destroyed over it. Relationships have ended because of it. I stopped dating a girl because she thought Devo were “weird.”
We all love what we love, and hate what we hate. One thing stands out above all preferences.
None of us can live without it.
You may start your night with Rihanna, party to Black Eyed Peas, and croon drunkenly at the end of the night to Journey, but I can’t hate on you for that. It’s not how I get down, but I respect your groove.
You may listen to the same Oasis song four times in a row on the jukebox, but that is who you are. More power to you.
Your ringtones are every song currently in the Top 40. I will not hate on you. That is your thing.
It took me a while to get to this point. I’m still having some difficulty adjusting to this new way of thinking. Having spent the better part of my life musically educating myself, I have tastes that I would describe as severely elitist.
To put it bluntly, I’m a music snob.
I think my music tastes are superior to EVERYONE. As a DJ, and an avid music collector. I pride myself on having a little bit of everything, but only the cream of the crop. From ABBA to Zappa, and everything in between.
Is there a point to my rambling?
The point is this; House. Reggae. Rock. Disco. Hip Hop. Techno. Dubstep. Just labels.
The labels are necessary for classification purposes. Unfortunately, some people try to attribute labels to music, like race, class, religion, sexual orientation.
It moves us. We laugh or cry when we hear it, it evokes memories that strong. We remember smells and sights. We reminisce about places and people we were with when we first heard a particular song.
It is encoded in our DNA. We are musical beings. It fuels revolutions, stops wars, creates families, reveals truths, enhances images, moves masses.
Music gives our lives depth and character. It is the distilled essence of the human story. We are lesser without it, and greater because of it.
In my tenure here, it is my hope and wish to discuss the origins, genres, pioneers, innovators and contributors to house music with passion, respect, and a bit of humour.
Stay with me. The journey gets interesting…
-DJO2is (Otis Galloway)
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