NLG gets Chromeo'd

A journey to a most questionable part of Vancouver led NLG and friends to The Great Northern Way Campus, a structure that would attempt to house the explosive salaciousness of Chromeo. Having only two tickets between the four of us, and it being a sold out show, we weren’t sure how we were going to work the entrance. However, after a premature departure of one quarter of our crew, and the acquisition of an out of date ‘Olympic Performer’ badge, NLG’s D.H. Lawrence was able to “I don’t know” himself through the front door, joining Serge and Gene in what promised to be a most satisfying evening.

After a plethora of seemingly excessive wrist and hand stamps, we stumbled into what appeared to be an obscenely trendy art show, with little to no art and absolutely no ATM. Realizing we had enough cash for three beers between the three of us, and also realizing our dependence on liquor, we had to make a mad dash for the nearest gas station for a quick cash back… which turned into a half-marathon sprint through the industrial sector of Vancouver.

We returned just in time, as the trademark Wizard-of-Oz-esque chant of Chromeo-Oh-Oh emphatically announced the arrival of the Chromatic super duo, known individually as Dave 1 and P-Thugg. This hastily put an end to the art show atmosphere and transformed The Great Northern Way Campus into a thunderdome of unabashed elect-retro-funk that had the 1980’s wishing it were born 30 years later. Right from the get go, Dave 1’s guitar stylings were so sharp and so clean they could have performed a flawless appendectomy, while P-Thugg’s ruthless synth work and talk-box prodigiousness provided the perfect anesthetic. On top of that, Chromeo’s set was packed full of more sexual innuendoes than a Disney Movie, and had enough cowbell to satisfy Christopher Walken’s strongest urge. NLG couldn’t contain ourselves as we showed off our fancy footwork, 2-stepping and looking for bonafied lovin’ from needy girls of all sorts.

For some lucky fans, the price of admission entailed much more just an exhilarating electrastic dance party, as two lucky young ladies wound up wearing elements of P-Thugg’s patriotic athletic apparel, and countless other fans acquiring the numerous drum/cowbell sticks tossed to the audience… even NLG’s Serge is now the proud owner of one.

After all was said and done, and a tremendous time had by all, we spilled out into the deserted rail-yard that surrounded the venue. There we found a young lady (looking like she came straight off the set of Water World) driving a mechanical spider (really), who guided us smoothly to a scintillating afterparty. To be continued...

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