This is an old photo, sorry, but the venue was below here. It was dark and lit up and stuff.
Electric Peacock was pretty great last night. I heard Avicii’s gig at CH was excellent as well. By the end of the night the Basement Jaxx DJ was dancing around on the beach and people were racing Go Karts around the city streets (as practice for today’s Colombo Night Races). Down the Galle Face they were having an open air concert and the whole city just had a buzz I haven’t felt before. Woke up and saw that Colombo was featured in the New York Times as up and popping. Cool.
First let me set the bar for a good night. Did I lose my shoes, see a fight, have to fend of drunken pervs from female friends or end up in protracted discussions/negotiations with the cops? No, no, no and no. No fights no bullshit no drama. On a lesser note, did I have to deal with surly bartenders, obnoxious ‘VIPs’ demanding bottle service or general douchebaggery? Also no. So the night cleared that bar and proceeded to being actually enjoyable and not a seeming fight against the social elements.
As a city, Colombo is coming back, and in a hurry. Last year Electric Peacock was, quite honestly, a bit of a mess and the scene wasn’t ready for it. This time it was perfectly organized (and it didn’t rain). It was a bit hard and confusing getting to the venue, but once there it was safe, friendly and fun. Honestly, my experience with international acts has been more akin to shame at how messed up stuff gets, but this time nothing went wrong. There were no fights, ego trips, oblivious sound guys or political drama.
Chicane, Basement Jaxx (Felix) and local DJs just played their sets, wandered around the crowd and people had a good time. There was a somewhat pointless VIP area, but that quickly broke down and people just mixed and hung out. The acts were hits from my college days, so I saw a lot of people my generation. Chicane played old tracks, but Basement Jaxx started with bassy reggae stuff and only closed with their single, ‘Where’s Your Head At’.
My favorite part was actually the Silent Disco, something we’d all kinda scoffed at. If you see a Silent Disco, it’s a bunch of people dancing without perceptible music. They’re all wearing headphones. The organizers had two DJs, a box full of wireless headphones and you could generally trip out to either rock or electronic, but sometimes polka or something intensely odd. It was quite fun.
Oh, and they also played Kolaveri Di.