Some classic/legendary electronic artists! They are most recognised for their track 'Do it Again' and They’re renowned for their inventive video clips and on Further they commissioned films to match each of the eight tracks on the album!! I remember growing up and playing their tracks over and over again.

The bros are continuing to bring their live extravaganza to stages around the world, playing the festival circuit in Europe through August, the US in early September, and now a tour at the end of the Australian summer. I would say going to one of their gigs would be amazing! Not only because of their lighting shows and effects, but also because I never actually know the faces of these guys and they deserve to be recognised!!!

So unlike all the other cool people in this world. i have not yet had the privilege to attend a music festival. (in other terms, popped the festival cherry). So in an attempt to rid myself of this curse, i researched some coming up in Australia this year and the next! I found the following: (click on the images and it will bring you to the site!) and have decided that for NEW YEARS DAY i will be heading to summadayze festival!! (hopefully i will pace myself the night before and make sure i remember my ray bans, I.D and $$!! 

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Attention all future music video producers and artist sensations! 

Please. STOP. With the cliche, predictable, corny music clips to a good track! (therefore ruining the innocent mental video clip i have in my head when i listen to it, turning it into an abominable mess of gold digging barbie dolls and ghettos 'getting up and shakin that thang' by the side of a pool at a party. Of course with those red american cups that we all want to get hold of!)
Lets not forget the male spectators filled with testosterone sitting down casually, fist to their mouth, smiling and high-fiving their male associates! all good and well for the entertainment of OTHER male spectators sitting at home watching it, also filled with testosterone....but a shame 60% of the time its not a reality for the one-hit-wonders, but instead a sad fantasy. (Common in the eyes of most wanna-be P.I.M.P's). 
In Michael Jackson's words, 'think of the children!' (Not in his controversial context)...but I'm referring to the fact that my 5 year old cousin is reciting lyrics and 'shaking her thang' to Eminem and Akon; Entertaining, yet disturbing, due to me at age 5 knowing nothing but the fact that Clag isn't yoghurt and should not be put in your mouth, but instead, onto paper. 

Please. STOP. With the cliche lonesome guy walking in slow motion down the street and lip syncing (dreadfully might I add), with his hands in his pockets, looking directly into the camera lens and ignoring the hustle and bustle of the city around him. Its all been done before. 
I do get it....theres only so much you can do to make sure it relates to the message in the song, but what happened to the whole meaning of creativity?  
 
Theres plenty of music videos on this site that have become accustomed to this tradition. Have a look for yourself! However, there are some video clips I absolutely LOVE to watch over and over again. I especially like the ones which have a story around it, for instance: 

So you’re at a club dancing away, and that awkward moment occurs when the next song comes on and you don’t know it, or it is really not worth dancing to: Like in the movie 'Step Up', when heart-throb Channing Tatum is awkwardly standing in the middle of the dance floor, scratching his head. But this time no one else is dancing. They’re all doing the same thing; death glaring at the clueless DJ, who’s on the stage crazing around like a baboon, pretending to flick switches on top of a premade mix, that he conveniently slipped into the CD drive.  

Songs that really annoy me are the ones that sound like a broken record and it doesn’t vary. It literally remains the same, monotone and even more dreary than the voice of Julia Gillard on a conference call. Give a wooden spoon and an ice-cream tub to a 2-year-old and he'd make better music...
Ok. I think I've made my point clear. Moving on.

“Please…

...TO THE BAR!!” (Where it officially becomes the designated socialising area to escape the horrid music, as opposed to a queue). So when you’re not doing that, or lining up for 2 hours to go to the bathroom, or trying to find your friend who you lost in the crowd- that’s when you start noticing all the other joys and wonders of the clubbing experience;

Drunken underage girls, walking around with a metre of toilet paper stuck to their heel. 30-year-old men with receding hairlines, waiting by the bar to make their first move.  Couples making out on old vomit-stained couches. Some scrawny dweeb trying to save the girl from the grinding guy on the DF, but ends up with a fist through his freshly de-fogged glasses. (“Cough Cough. The 'grinding guy' was her boyfriend.”)

Such a sad and predictable world we live in!

Speaking of sad…What about those bands with their tattoo sleeves and goatees who cover songs like Avril Lavinge and Destiny’s Child? …SPARE ME. You guys need to tuck in your skirt and match your appearance to your performance! You would have to notice you’re an epic F.A.I.L when the DJ starts up again and everyone cheers, like the bartenders have just announced a ½ price happy hour. 

So do you see just how important GOOD music is!?! Better yet...OLD SCHOOL! When you are guaranteed to scream and run to the DF with your hands in the air!...Now that’s a distraction to a good cause! 

Now I’m not talking about the ‘old old school’ stuff, like the cliché robot, chicken dance and MC Hammer Time. To all you Gen Y’s out there, I’m referring to the late 90’s and 00’s house music like Daft Punk, David Guetta, Benny Benassi, TV Rock and The Presets. (And yes! Us Gen Y’s refer to anything from up to even 1-2 years ago as, old school.)

You know you’ve had a good night when you walk up to the taxi bay like you’ve got rocks in your shoes, you get home at 5am looking like a hooker and you crash land onto your bed, ears still ringing from the last song of the night.


Long live old school house!!!