The invitation to watch Hardwell came to us like having a bucket of cold water pour unto you in the middle of super dry and sunny day. We were stuck in one of Jakarta’s-being-Jakarta crazy traffic day for almost two hours; we were almost late for our appointment; and we were horrifically hungry. The traffic was so bad, I had to hop out of the car to pee at the sidewalk. Okay, TMI. Sorry, not sorry.
Long story short, we immediately said yes to the invitation sent through DR’s smartphone.
The concert came four days later. After a little bit of research, we heard from an insider that Hardwell will be performing at 12 AM! DR & I were like a little bit surprised, because we were hoping that we could actually go home by midnight, as we have something to do as early as the sun comes out the next morning. Yeah, what a naive wish.
So, as a solution, we booked an airbnb room in the central of Jakarta. That way, we could spend our Saturday evening sleeping, waking up at 10PM and getting ourselves ready for Hardwell. Yeah, you can call us old souls or sleepy heads, but we believe in the power of having a good rest that will be beneficial for your body in a long run.
We arrived at Ancol at around 11PM. We had a little hustle bustle in finding the perfect and nearest parking lot possible to the venue, yet at the same time not too far away from the exit gate. We ended up parking our car about 2km away from the venue and continued our journey to see Hardwell by walking.
Many EDM-enthusiasts were joining us as we walked. After about 5 minutes of walking, or maybe more, we arrived at the entrance area, which was ridiculously packed. People, massive number of people, were queuing and waiting to get their tickets checked by the security. Lucky us, as media press, we had a different entrance. Hashtag, the perks of working in media.
Kill The Buzz was spinning when we entered the venue, which was a huge open space with sandy floors. One big stage for the performer hugely stood out at the front decorated by plenty of lighting rigging. At the left and right side, stood the arena for VIP and VVIP. At the center back of the venue, there were plenty of food stalls, ATM machines and other sponsor booths.
A lot of people cheered loudly as Kill The Buzz closed his performance only about 15 minutes before midnight. The end of the opening act was of course the beginning of the main performer. Roadies appeared on stage to quickly set up the stage for the famous international DJ, who was born by the name Robbert van de Corput.
Many of Jakarta youngsters (some, I believe came from Bandung and Surabaya, as I recognized some familiar accents from those two cities) were standing in a group ready to dance their night away. Most of them were proudly wearing a Hardwell T-shirt while some of them were wearing glow in the dark accessories, blinking cheerfully like a lamp on a Christmas tree. Some of them were showing that they have just quit smoking and prefer to be loyal vape inhalers. The dudes and dudettes, as you might have known, uses an event like this to show off their “I-spent-most-of-my-days-at-the-gym” body by wearing tanks. Not a few people didn’t even bother to wear a t-shirt.
As the countdown began, every gadget from every brand that exist went up on the air. Everyone was ready to record and capture the opening for their social media account of course. What’s the point of going to a hype event without proudly showing it to your followers, right?
The opening was impressive. It was a sequential presentation of lighting, visual, motion graphic, and audio. A woman robotic voice was heard along the music with a set of wordings appearing on the screen. The message spoke of music as a tool that unites people, representing Hardwell’s album title, UNITED WE ARE.
Fireworks and confetti were next as people were lifting up their hands, clapping on the air, jumping in excitement. I could hear people sang along all around me. I could catch some off key singers who sang their whole heart out. I could spot many off-beat dancers, but who cares, right? Music always has this powerful force to drive people free in expressing themselves. Some of the most introvert people in the society, might had been the craziest dancers that night!
DR & I were too busy taking photos for this blog for about half an hour. And then, that was it, we decided to call it a night. No offense to Hardwell and every single one of his fans who might be reading this post right now. We have listed down some reasons why it was the shortest party experience for us.
- To say the least, his tunes are not really our playlist material. However, we still decided to go and (try to) watch his performance. At least, for us, that is one of the perks of being 20. To explore music genres as much as possible.
- The time. One of the questions that always pops out in our minds everytime we are invited to a party is, why does DJ always have to perform at midnight or after midnight? Why does a party always start when most people are about to sleep? Why can’t people throw a party at, let’s say, a Sunday afternoon? Where is Sundaze, now?
- The crowd. We were unfortunate to be surrounded by a bunch of people who were busy seeking attention. They took selfies on every single seconds and they spent more time screaming than dancing. As twenty somethings, it’s okay if people want to go party and have a good time with their friends. We just didn’t enjoy the over attention seeking acts.
- The noisy sound that our tummy made. Oops, apparently our craving for a supper was stronger than our willingness to stay longer. Hey, that rhymes.
Well, we might be very subjective about this. Maybe it was just us. What about you? What did you think of the concert?
Write to you later,