Did you make the G-list?

A major fact that we don’t usually pay attention to is that our average sleeping hours is equivalent to three months a year. When it comes to clubbing, queuing is an average of two to three years in our lives, especially when you are on the G-list (Guest list).

Despite usually finding myself on the guest list these days, I have never managed to generate enough self–importance to walk straight in. Never mind the fact of the possible social humiliation of rejection could totally crush my delicate self-esteem forever, specifically when you hear the words (I am sorry your name is not on the list.)

You get a good sense of the club from the line outside, this can literally lead into the scurrilous practice of the artificial queue inflation — and there is nothing more annoying than being in a stand still position chatting with your friends for more than an hour. More so when you get inside and find out that there are barely 45 people in the club.

There are so many ways that the queue experience could be less tedious. Some of the useful methods any club can provide would be to hand out disco headphones, pass around some free drinks or a revival of that “bring me” game. 

Now since we are on topic of clubs, I have noticed the fast growing popularity of the clubbing industry. It’s business before passion where most of the owners want to get the biggest smile when they see their cashiers shining in different currency colors.

I have always looked at clubs as the main institution of dance music. We want to go out and hit the clubs on a weekend, to listen to something unique, pulsating, ear seducing and heart pumping, something that we will never hear on the radio.

I like to go to the club to enjoy a sophisticated set by any DJ who has real passion for dance music, electronica, hip hop, house, trance, something would take you on a journey. Not mash you up; mash up is not music to listen to nor to appreciate.

The real interpretation for mash ups is basically combining the rhythm of a track seamlessly with another track vocals and layering it so the music becomes ear compelling. It’s like tuning in to three radio stations at the same time. So, a pop song on a mix of sweet dreams combined with a jazz symphony and adding a blend of “Putshu hands up, putshu hands up,” certainly turns you into a Fear Factor candidate running to the quickest exit.

Let us all do our part, but let us always remember that whatever we are creating at the present should make some sense for the future, for the next generation. We deserve to have the proper music, proper DJs and world class education.  

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