Re: John Digweed - Live @ Amnesia, BBC Radio 1 Party, Ibiza, Spain (August 02, 2008)
There many Digweed fans here that are getting older. We don't party like we used to and, like myself, we just don't go out anymore. We don't even have time to post on messageboards anymore. But, we still love the music and remember what it's like to listen to badass music. I can tell you, without doubt, that this set is probably the closest anyone here will come to knowing what it's like it to have Digweed absolutely annihilate the dancefloor. Music like this was the norm between 1999 and 2001 at Twilo. The last Friday of each month my friends and I would line it up on West 27th in New York and while most of the folks that were at Twilo were there to see Sasha, pick up a girl, be seen or get fucked off their face, the true diehards lurked on the pyramid steps waiting for that 4:30am slot to arrive. The drunks would tire out and head home, the dancefloor would allow you to find your way underneath the giant disco ball and when Sasha got done with his first set on the decks Digweed would take the decks again for an hour and a half of the best fucking music you ever heard in your life (even though you thought the same thing last month). This was the peak time mayhem we paid to hear and a proper peak isn't felt unless there's the chugging progressive house beforehand and a proper peak isn't just about banging out tracks. In this Amnesia set and when he had a residency at Twilo, Digweed would work the levels up to an enormous crowd pleaser of a track and then he'd just take the music to the next level where you couldn't imagine the music could go. He'd throw in samples here and there and layer progressive house on top of tech-house to provide an incessant barrage of beats and then when the time was ready he'd unleash the track that drove the dancefloor nuts. Everyone would either be literally bouncing up and down or dancing like monkeys in heat. The place was absolutely oscillating - from the lights to the Phazon sound to Digweed not showing a single damn emotion on the decks - it was perfect harmony in a sea of electricity. It was the part of the night you waited 5 hours to hear and it was pure Digweed. Parties becomes less important, people get married (some have kids), jobs matter more but the music never dies and neither do the memories. If you were at this party in Ibiza I hoped you fucked that shit up because this is some god damn amazing music.