Calvin Harris Groupie

Take Me To The Candy Shop/I May Or May Not Be a Calvin Harris Groupie.

Living outside of America and away from the music scene there, feels like being a kid with their face pressed up against the glass window of a candy store. I can still see the assortment of beautiful live music, concerts, and festivals happening on the other side. I still ogle line ups. I am teased by e-mail updates and mailing lists, but ultimately, my emotions are toyed with, because my pane of glass, like the one that separates a child from peanut brittle and chocolate bars, looks like the Pacific Ocean and a flight back to America.


Right now, I am living vicariously through each and every person who has been or will be to a show in America between 2011 and 2013. Well, that might not be entirely true. There may be a few shows that I would pass on. For instance, I probably would not be going to Nickelback's Here and Now Tour, but if you are, alright, up to you...

What I'm getting at is that I have been experiencing some intense live music withdrawals. For this reason, it was important for me to go and see Calvin Harris, not once, but twice. The first time, he was playing in Bangkok at this great venue - Bed Supper Club. Not Super Club, though my friends tried a few times to change the name. However, calling it Bed Super Club wouldn't be that far off, despite it not being the name, because it essentially looks like a super space ship.

Calvin Harris went on and it was a lot of fun for sure, but overall, I have to say that he didn't have as much stage presence as I would have expected. He also wasn't really playing a lot of his stuff, so we concluded that the other DJs that opened for him, such as DJ Tech 12 (a local DJ), were a lot better. (We also usually judge events based off of dance space, thus being the first people to go crazy by the DJ stand meant that DJ Tech 12 made for a better expereince. Additionally, he was fusing hip hop and electro beats to keep it interesting and ignite the audience. We freakin' loved it!)

Calvin Harris meets Bangkok!

My group had an amazing time and rocked out wearing ties the entire night. Yes, ties - which was hilarious, but the photos captured were all on Tommy's camera and I was unfortunately either robbed by a lady boy or unknowingly donated it to her...errr him. So, the photos from the night were lost around 6 in the morning. It was a bummer. I believe Bob has a few, but he's off escapading (yes, escapades-ing) around the northern Thailand region, so perhaps, the photos will make an appearance in the future.

Okay, so I was pretty beat down by Bangkok, but I decided to venture with the Phuket crew to the Calvin Harris show numero dos that would be in Patong, Phuket. I wasn't sure what to expect, but he absolutely killed it in Phuket! Killed it. It was amazing. He had amazing stage presence! He was building the crowd up into a frenzy! There was a laser robot man who descended on the crowd in the middle of the performance, for God's sake! It was unreal, but it was also packed beyond belief. It was like being in a mash pit....filled with Patong bros. Look, I went to a public university and I don't need to rub shoulders with men on roids - I got that out of my system with Greek Life. (I'm emotional enough already, sweetie, I don't need you crying on me....or flexing at me...no, thank you.) The club, Seduction, hosted the event and though Calvin Harris did an amazing job, it was kind of overshadowed by the tsunami of people. This is what we were dealing with...

Holy shit, right??

 I mean, the show was amazing and there was a robot shooting lasers from robot laser guns!....but still....remember what I said about needing dance space? I'm trying to get up on the good foot!

Tommy and I in the bottom left corner...mean mugging!

Tommy's face! haha GET ME OUT OF HERE!

All I have to say is that I am on a perpetual mission to stomp a hole into the middle of the earth, but if I don't even have enough space to lift my feet to stomp...well, we've got a problem. "Dear Seduction, maybe saying a show is sold out wouldn't be a problem. Just try it. For a second. Just to see how it feels."

Overall, I was tremendously happy we went to both of the shows. They were incredible experiences, as expected, yet, at the end of the day, I'm still fantasizing over live music. I'm still missing being at shows - not just DJs, but shows. Shows! Let's-listen-to-music-all-day-at-festivals, shows! Oh, well. I'm still staring through glass as we move into summer festival mode in the states. I just hope that I can rock out in my tree house with enough beats to keep me satisfied until I get on that plane bound for that sweet sweet festival candy.