Hip Hop, pt 2.

Imagine a dark club, full of twenty somethings... the club is hot, but not smoky. It's a smoke free facility. The walls are sticky with the moisture of warm bodies which bob and pulse to the rhythm. The bass line reverberates in the chests of the concert goers as they plunge their fists into the air, fueling the energy of the MC that is holding the mic. Suddenly, the stage fades to black. From stage left, a green light streams forward to find the emcee... the stage goes blue, highlighting the silhuettes of the DJ and band members, while the green persists in following the MC. The stage goes from a blue haze to a purple ambiance, puncutated by streams of red and pulsing flashes of yellow. The yellow takes over, creating a surreal glow over the crowd, as blue gives visual expression of the bassline, and pink streams of light accentuate the mellifluous flow. Suddenly, the bassline drops out. The DJ stops spinning, and it's just the MC, the mike, and a sole white light. This is the MC, raw, on stage. The crowd knows it, the lights inform this unconscious recognition. When he is done spitting his lyrics, the lights slowly fade to black. The crowd goes wild.

Tonight, I ran a light show. :)

Ok, so maybe it didn't go exactly as I described... maybe the light show looked like an acid trip, like skittles on crack. Maybe the red and white lights were those of the ambulances that they needed to take the concert goers away after they convulsed into seizures because of my crazy light spectacular... but it was still fun, and I still got to do the lights, so there.