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Big Wild gets crowd pumped with his beats

Taken from Big Wild’s instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BTnJPwLhjXm/

EDM, or Electronic Dance Music, is taking over in the music world. It was widely brought to attention in the U.S. in the early 2000’s by European producers, like Tiësto, who made it a worldwide trend after introducing his tracks at the Summer Olympics back in 2004.

Since, it has become a popular music market to be in. According to Billboard and the IMS Business report of 2015, “North America alone is estimated to represent roughly 29 percent, or $2 billion [out of a $6.9 billion industry], of the global market.”

Surely that number has risen in the past two years since it seems to be so damn popular. All of my friends have been to EDM shows and festivals. Some even worked the festivals (to see free shows, they admitted. See Electric Forest). Hell, I’ve been to a few myself.

Big Wild is a newer face in the music scene, one I haven’t heard of before. Being a smaller-name DJ, he was able to play at Proud Larry’s in Oxford, Mississippi.

I liked the fact that tickets were only $20. For a music genre I can enjoy, I’ll definitely pay the twenty-bucks. I also liked how shows at Proud Larry’s are usually 18 and up unless otherwise specified.

That makes it easier to have a drink (or a few) at the bar without drunk pre-teens all around — they were really strict with ID’s. This one guy, who squeezed his way next to me to order a round for his friends, was only allowed to get one drink for himself because the bartender didn’t see the other people’s wristbands.

Yay ABC?

All drinking aside, the environment around me was more entertaining than the first set of the show — I’m pretty sure it was a opening act. He was good at matching the beats of different songs to remix them together, but that’s about all it was. He added some bass but it was amateur compared to Tiesto. I did catch myself bobbing my head, not going to lie.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BTpbG5NhDBb/ “All tour photos and video work captured and edited by @zanenow.”

There was the normal concert-venue things like a lady playing on her phone behind the merchandise table and a group of kids in t-shirts smelling of cigarettes. One thing I could have gone with seeing less of was denim. It looked like just about every single female in there was wearing denim, and almost every male was wearing a v-neck or a button-down short-sleeved shirt.

Casual. Not a large fashion variety here.

What I wasn’t expecting to see was my ex-roommate/ex-bestfriend, my freshman year bar buddy, and my geology lab teacher. That all just made it a little more awkward considering I’ve never been to a concert alone before.

Every speck of my being had me saying ‘avoid these people at all costs; run.’

It was quieter as they began to prepare for Big Wild to come on. Mostly everyone was just standing in their circles of friends socializing, sipping on beers.

Around 10 p.m. Big Wild took the stage, “How ya doing out there?” We respond with the synchronized, “WOOOOOOO!” with drinks raised in the air.

He started off with more mellow bass beats that had everyone swaying side to side, bobbing our heads. These first few songs had futuristic or an ‘alien’ sound, but subtle like it was in the background. This was mixed with a kind of low-bass funk.

New-aged groovy.

By the time he was done warming up the crowd, my edge had been taken off by the crown and coke and I started to feel less awkward about being there alone. Then his style changed some.

He started playing beats that I can only describe as head-bangers — more dubstep based. Before I knew it, the floor was shaking a little from everyone jumping up and down.

As soon as that beat drops, the bass rattles your whole body and makes you physically incapable of sitting still. I was feeling it — hands up, head banging, jumping. It made my heart pound.

What was the best about the whole experience? Every person in there, including the bar tenders, were all into the music. Every person was dancing in almost the same manner.

My geology lab professor was jumping off tables whenever the beat dropped.

I think it takes talent to get a whole crowd to do the exact same moves because of one song.

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