Dubstep @ Global Gathering (Dubstep Saved My Summer)
Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 8:25 pm
So 4 days after getting back from Glade, I set off for Global Gathering 9am Saturday Morning, Part 1 of a 2 Part mission which would also see me go to see The Arctic Monkeys yesterday.
Gets to Global about 3pm, im with a gang of mates who love Trance/Hard House/House....hmmm, Im thinking, I Havent thought this through have I?
This was my 5th Global, and im used to going with DnB/Techno heads.
So anyways im there for the festival more than anything, so set about gettin twatted, build a zoot and have a dance in the sun outside the 'gurn' bus which is blasting out some classic 90's house, within 5 minutes a 20 man gang of scousers (and remember im a scouser) are in a circle, and one of them has just clean knocked a fella out with one punch.
Great, I think, and immediately move away from the type of knobs that make people think ALL scousers are wankers.
Next few hours are a blur, seen first half hour of Basement Jaxx (one act I actually wanted to see, they were amazing), then ended up in the Hard House tent with my mates, watching Yoji Biomekanika play Hard House bootlegs of Tom Jones, at the time, quite funny, now looking back, fucking horrendous, had a little trip the fair etc and had some drinks.
Then at 11.55pm I finally get my way, Id said to all my mates that if I was gonna have to endure Trance + Hrd House for the majority, they were gonna have to come and see 1 hour of Drum n Bass with me.
I dont even listen to DnB anymore, but if theres one Dj I will always go and see, its Marky.
So between 12-1am, Marky absolutely fucking destroys it, droppin classics like 'Squash', a Full Cycle megamix and some stupid new bits.
Then, when he finishes, we come out the tent, and I think to myself im not fucked enough here, so look in my pharmos bag to see whats lurking in there, to find a fresh gram of Ketamine.
Now ive only ever done Ket twice before last week in Glade, I absolutely hated it the first times I had it, but in Glade I was given little keys of it and it was really nice, so decided to get a bag for Global.
So there I am walking across the field, and I end up pouring the whole gram on my thumb by accident, adn theres instantly an emergency type situation on my hand, so, there was no other answer than to sniff the lot.
BAD IDEA.
I dont know what happened in the next 2 hours, but my mate has had to go to the doctors today with a bad back due to carrying me round in the mud in wellies, I was a complete and utter fuck up, all I remember is not knowing where I was, and stumbling in mud, A LOT (I forgot my wellies as well so was just in a pair of Vans).
Apparently I fell over twice in huge piles of mud, and my mates had to pick me up, again, they said it was the worst state theyve ever seen anyone in, and ive been in some states in the pass.
The next thing I remember, im sitting down in a pile of wet mud, at the back of the Global Gathering tent, my mates all dancing next to me, and Ferry fucking Corsten is on, playing a trance remix of Coldplay - Fix You.
I stand up, and my jeans are completely and utterly soaking, and totally covered in mud.
While Chris Martins annoying voice drains through my ears, I think 'this isnt nothing a zoot wont sort out'. Go into my little bag to find my last remaining 2 spliffs covered in mud, unsmokable, my wrap of charles has disintegrated, and everything else untakable also.
Its then I start to think, I am in hell, I am being punished by god for whatever sins I have committed, and this is idea of punishment.
Im absolutely freezing so get my hoody on, and tell my mates im going to look for a bevvy.
By this time its 3.45am, and I cant remember where anythin is as the layout is different, I spot a tea van, give them a muddy tenner and have a brew, and contemplate how suicide might be possible in a festival.
It starts gettin light about 4am, and I decide theres no point going back the Trance tent for my mates as I may murder someone, so decide to go for a little wander.
Im not a happy bunny, and Im not ashamed to admit I was contemplating crying my eyes out like a little girl at the sheer shitness of everything.
But then, I wander over to a little Herbal High stall, to have a little look if they might have anything to take the pain away.
I walk in this stall and have a little look at the bongs/skins etc, and my ears prick up, as coming from their system is some rinsing early 90's jungle type breakcore business, similar to Bizzy B etc.
So get chatting to the fella at the stall (I say chatting I was mainly just shouting breakcore a lot), and the guys are having a laugh with me and
I decide to have a little dance.
Now, because I was going straight the Arctics Sunday, I took my Blue Technics Record bag with some clobber to get changed into in my mates house in Manchester, as im having a dance in the stall, I put it down on the floor a minute.
Next thing you know, I turn around, and its gone.
Im soaking wet, im caked in shit, and my favourite record bag, containing my favourite jumper, fave T-Shirt, 1 off ltd edition scarf I got years ago. has been grafted, right next to me while my backs turned....A week after my £300 mobile phone got grafted out my tent, while I was asleep in it.
So at this point, thats it, im done, life is officially FUCKING SHITE, and im going a bit mental at the front of the stall, asking the world why someone would want to rob my undies.
So the girl from the stall comes and calms me down a bit, tells me to forget it, and basically is an absolute star.
For the second time in a week, I have to get in a fuck it attitude and get on with it. Get back in the stall and she starts feeding me some Sambuca, which cheers me up no end.
The Breakcore is still blastin away at this point, and I get chatting to the dreadlocked fella working at the stall.
Were chatting away, and hes laughing and asking me what I came to Global for (as im calling it all the shit under the sun), and then he says something.....some words that change the course of the next 2 hours completely, he utters the words 'OH WELL IM INTO DUBSTEP AND THAT'...
at that point, my eyes light up, and im off like a hurricane spouting about my love for it....AND THEN....I ask him had he got any Cds.....
and oh my word, the sweetest words I may have ever heard in my life come out of his mouth...'IVE GOT DUBSTEP ALLSTARS VOLUME 3, 4 + 5 HERE'.....oh sweet Jesus there is a god.
I urge him to get Volume 5 on, and promise if he does I will stay at the stall and skank away for the entire duration of the Cd.
So then at roughly 4.45am, in a stupidly muddy field full of Judge Jules fans in Stratford Upon Avon, the first strains of 'Torment' start resonating on the system, and like the star that he is, the guy at the stall turns it up....LOUD.
I then proceeded to spend the next hour skanking like ive never skanked before to the whole Cd, in a stall that couldnt hold more than 30 people at once. The guys and girl at the stall were skankin with me, and fell in love with my scouse mannerisms (Like shouting 'show us your fucking bass face' at a crowd of bemused looking gatecrasher kids).
Paricular highlights were the rendition of 'Lovin You' we had, where I tryed my best to recreate that scream
, and Punks kicking in where I proceeded to fall over from Birkenhead bopping.
About 5.15am my mates phoned me and came over to get me because they were going to the train station, but when they came over I was having such a good time I told them to leave me there on my own.
It was amazing watching all the bemused looks on peoples faces when they walked past, with absolutely no idea what music it was, and it was also fantastic to have about 30-40 people come over and ask what the music was.... 'Is this some form of Drum n Bass' 'No mate its called Dubstep' 'What step? Its fucking good anyways, thats a mad bassline that'.
By 6am a man with a bongo had joined us for a jammin session, and we had about 15 people all going mad.
We stuck Volume 3 on at 6am, and at 6.30am I finally had to leave to get home, not without the guys at the stall all taking my number and promising to meet up with me @ DMZ in Leeds in 2 weeks.
Im sorry for the long story, but I thought you might all like to share in it, and give thanks to the fact that no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT life can throw at you, Dubstep will always make it better.
My festival was a shambles up until I found that stall, and im so glad I found it, as they were the best 2 hours I had all night.
I know the guys there are bang into Dubstep, so they might come on here, if you are then deffo get in touch, you were absolute saviours and with the zoots and sambuca you fed me salvaged a night that had been stupidly shite up until that point (bar Marky), and I deffo wanna see ya's at DMZ next week, and id love to see the photos and vids you took!
You made a scouser very happy, and for the 3 hours I had to travel on the bus/train back to Birmingham until I found my mate I had a grin on my face from ear to ear.
I found an off licence in Birmingham while walking to the other station and bought a Magners, when I found my mates in the waiting room on the platform, all absolutely dying and looking ill, they all wanted to know why I was skipping along smiling so much and that was the reason why.
I got back to Liverpool 1pm yesterday (trains were jokes) and then got home, got a bath and changed and went straight to Manc where I had to watch the Arctics sirrounded by beer boys trying to throw me everywhere, elbows were thrown believe me.
I didnt end up going to sleep till 5am this morning, when I nearly got thrown out of a Manchester hotel as me and 2 other mates (who hadnt been to Global) had 15 randoms back in our room having a party.
All in all, a messy as fuck weekend, and one which I know what the highlight was each and every time.
Dubstep saved my summer!
Gets to Global about 3pm, im with a gang of mates who love Trance/Hard House/House....hmmm, Im thinking, I Havent thought this through have I?
This was my 5th Global, and im used to going with DnB/Techno heads.
So anyways im there for the festival more than anything, so set about gettin twatted, build a zoot and have a dance in the sun outside the 'gurn' bus which is blasting out some classic 90's house, within 5 minutes a 20 man gang of scousers (and remember im a scouser) are in a circle, and one of them has just clean knocked a fella out with one punch.
Great, I think, and immediately move away from the type of knobs that make people think ALL scousers are wankers.
Next few hours are a blur, seen first half hour of Basement Jaxx (one act I actually wanted to see, they were amazing), then ended up in the Hard House tent with my mates, watching Yoji Biomekanika play Hard House bootlegs of Tom Jones, at the time, quite funny, now looking back, fucking horrendous, had a little trip the fair etc and had some drinks.
Then at 11.55pm I finally get my way, Id said to all my mates that if I was gonna have to endure Trance + Hrd House for the majority, they were gonna have to come and see 1 hour of Drum n Bass with me.
I dont even listen to DnB anymore, but if theres one Dj I will always go and see, its Marky.
So between 12-1am, Marky absolutely fucking destroys it, droppin classics like 'Squash', a Full Cycle megamix and some stupid new bits.
Then, when he finishes, we come out the tent, and I think to myself im not fucked enough here, so look in my pharmos bag to see whats lurking in there, to find a fresh gram of Ketamine.
Now ive only ever done Ket twice before last week in Glade, I absolutely hated it the first times I had it, but in Glade I was given little keys of it and it was really nice, so decided to get a bag for Global.
So there I am walking across the field, and I end up pouring the whole gram on my thumb by accident, adn theres instantly an emergency type situation on my hand, so, there was no other answer than to sniff the lot.
BAD IDEA.
I dont know what happened in the next 2 hours, but my mate has had to go to the doctors today with a bad back due to carrying me round in the mud in wellies, I was a complete and utter fuck up, all I remember is not knowing where I was, and stumbling in mud, A LOT (I forgot my wellies as well so was just in a pair of Vans).
Apparently I fell over twice in huge piles of mud, and my mates had to pick me up, again, they said it was the worst state theyve ever seen anyone in, and ive been in some states in the pass.
The next thing I remember, im sitting down in a pile of wet mud, at the back of the Global Gathering tent, my mates all dancing next to me, and Ferry fucking Corsten is on, playing a trance remix of Coldplay - Fix You.
I stand up, and my jeans are completely and utterly soaking, and totally covered in mud.
While Chris Martins annoying voice drains through my ears, I think 'this isnt nothing a zoot wont sort out'. Go into my little bag to find my last remaining 2 spliffs covered in mud, unsmokable, my wrap of charles has disintegrated, and everything else untakable also.
Its then I start to think, I am in hell, I am being punished by god for whatever sins I have committed, and this is idea of punishment.
Im absolutely freezing so get my hoody on, and tell my mates im going to look for a bevvy.
By this time its 3.45am, and I cant remember where anythin is as the layout is different, I spot a tea van, give them a muddy tenner and have a brew, and contemplate how suicide might be possible in a festival.
It starts gettin light about 4am, and I decide theres no point going back the Trance tent for my mates as I may murder someone, so decide to go for a little wander.
Im not a happy bunny, and Im not ashamed to admit I was contemplating crying my eyes out like a little girl at the sheer shitness of everything.
But then, I wander over to a little Herbal High stall, to have a little look if they might have anything to take the pain away.
I walk in this stall and have a little look at the bongs/skins etc, and my ears prick up, as coming from their system is some rinsing early 90's jungle type breakcore business, similar to Bizzy B etc.
So get chatting to the fella at the stall (I say chatting I was mainly just shouting breakcore a lot), and the guys are having a laugh with me and
I decide to have a little dance.
Now, because I was going straight the Arctics Sunday, I took my Blue Technics Record bag with some clobber to get changed into in my mates house in Manchester, as im having a dance in the stall, I put it down on the floor a minute.
Next thing you know, I turn around, and its gone.
Im soaking wet, im caked in shit, and my favourite record bag, containing my favourite jumper, fave T-Shirt, 1 off ltd edition scarf I got years ago. has been grafted, right next to me while my backs turned....A week after my £300 mobile phone got grafted out my tent, while I was asleep in it.
So at this point, thats it, im done, life is officially FUCKING SHITE, and im going a bit mental at the front of the stall, asking the world why someone would want to rob my undies.
So the girl from the stall comes and calms me down a bit, tells me to forget it, and basically is an absolute star.
For the second time in a week, I have to get in a fuck it attitude and get on with it. Get back in the stall and she starts feeding me some Sambuca, which cheers me up no end.
The Breakcore is still blastin away at this point, and I get chatting to the dreadlocked fella working at the stall.
Were chatting away, and hes laughing and asking me what I came to Global for (as im calling it all the shit under the sun), and then he says something.....some words that change the course of the next 2 hours completely, he utters the words 'OH WELL IM INTO DUBSTEP AND THAT'...
at that point, my eyes light up, and im off like a hurricane spouting about my love for it....AND THEN....I ask him had he got any Cds.....
and oh my word, the sweetest words I may have ever heard in my life come out of his mouth...'IVE GOT DUBSTEP ALLSTARS VOLUME 3, 4 + 5 HERE'.....oh sweet Jesus there is a god.
I urge him to get Volume 5 on, and promise if he does I will stay at the stall and skank away for the entire duration of the Cd.
So then at roughly 4.45am, in a stupidly muddy field full of Judge Jules fans in Stratford Upon Avon, the first strains of 'Torment' start resonating on the system, and like the star that he is, the guy at the stall turns it up....LOUD.
I then proceeded to spend the next hour skanking like ive never skanked before to the whole Cd, in a stall that couldnt hold more than 30 people at once. The guys and girl at the stall were skankin with me, and fell in love with my scouse mannerisms (Like shouting 'show us your fucking bass face' at a crowd of bemused looking gatecrasher kids).
Paricular highlights were the rendition of 'Lovin You' we had, where I tryed my best to recreate that scream
, and Punks kicking in where I proceeded to fall over from Birkenhead bopping.About 5.15am my mates phoned me and came over to get me because they were going to the train station, but when they came over I was having such a good time I told them to leave me there on my own.
It was amazing watching all the bemused looks on peoples faces when they walked past, with absolutely no idea what music it was, and it was also fantastic to have about 30-40 people come over and ask what the music was.... 'Is this some form of Drum n Bass' 'No mate its called Dubstep' 'What step? Its fucking good anyways, thats a mad bassline that'.
By 6am a man with a bongo had joined us for a jammin session, and we had about 15 people all going mad.
We stuck Volume 3 on at 6am, and at 6.30am I finally had to leave to get home, not without the guys at the stall all taking my number and promising to meet up with me @ DMZ in Leeds in 2 weeks.
Im sorry for the long story, but I thought you might all like to share in it, and give thanks to the fact that no matter what, NO MATTER WHAT life can throw at you, Dubstep will always make it better.
My festival was a shambles up until I found that stall, and im so glad I found it, as they were the best 2 hours I had all night.
I know the guys there are bang into Dubstep, so they might come on here, if you are then deffo get in touch, you were absolute saviours and with the zoots and sambuca you fed me salvaged a night that had been stupidly shite up until that point (bar Marky), and I deffo wanna see ya's at DMZ next week, and id love to see the photos and vids you took!
You made a scouser very happy, and for the 3 hours I had to travel on the bus/train back to Birmingham until I found my mate I had a grin on my face from ear to ear.
I found an off licence in Birmingham while walking to the other station and bought a Magners, when I found my mates in the waiting room on the platform, all absolutely dying and looking ill, they all wanted to know why I was skipping along smiling so much and that was the reason why.
I got back to Liverpool 1pm yesterday (trains were jokes) and then got home, got a bath and changed and went straight to Manc where I had to watch the Arctics sirrounded by beer boys trying to throw me everywhere, elbows were thrown believe me.
I didnt end up going to sleep till 5am this morning, when I nearly got thrown out of a Manchester hotel as me and 2 other mates (who hadnt been to Global) had 15 randoms back in our room having a party.
All in all, a messy as fuck weekend, and one which I know what the highlight was each and every time.
Dubstep saved my summer!
