I really wanted to want to go to Space Nightclub in Miami to see Adam Beyer close out the Winter Music Conference. It was Drumcode. It was Miami. It was the last day of Ultra. It was Adam-fucking-Beyer.
But my God, I was tired.
I tried to sell my ticket while watching Cirez D close out the Underground stage at Ultra. Everyone acted interested but I knew no one would take it. I closed my eyes and listened to the incredible sound of Cirez, trying to find inspiration to make it to Space. But, with Hardwell’s remixes creeping in from the left main stage, it wasn’t a winning battle.
We stumbled home after a day in the sun and the most incredible trance sounds from A State of Trance. It felt like we had reached the end of our time in Miami, but I know it was just about to begin. We got to our room and it was time to make a game time decision. I looked at my Facebook to see messages from my friends peer pressuring me to go to Space with a few empty threats that if I didn’t go, I’d no longer have friends.
I put on pants, changed my shoes, put on a shirt I didn’t even remember packing and left for Space.
I don’t quite remember getting from our place and into Space, but I do remember walking into a blaring nightclub to the sound of Paris and Simo opening for Adventure Club. It was extremely confusing, however welcoming, as a sort of wake up before we entered the dark techy sound of Drumcode on the Terrace. Fans were jumping and dancing like this was the first DJ they’ve seen all week. Standing like a flagpole wasn’t quite an option.
Upstairs the darkness was thick and the minimal tech sounds were so loud it cut through your whole body. There was a shuffle circle in full swing and the room slowly filled up with fans and other people who finally looked as tired as I felt. We found a place to sit on the subwoofers and I let the bass make my legs feel like they were floating. It was 12:34 AM. Beyer was on at 4AM.
Nicole Moudaber was also supposed to be playing at some point that morning, but I had given up most hope of seeing her head of magnificent hair bouncing behind the DJ booth. My main goal was to make it to 4AM and going home was not an option I was willing to accept.
A lot of water, two lollipops I haggled with the washroom attendant to get, and a lot of sitting to dancing transitions –I made it. I have no idea how. The hours between midnight and 4am were a blur of the best deep techno I had ever heard in my life, darkness, and cigarette smoke. Whatever game the DJs were playing with my ears had worked and Space lived up to it’s name –You’re on a different planet when you are there.
4:01 AM. Beyer came on and he was everything I had hoped for. My legs got a last boost of energy to dance for a few more songs until finally I took my first and last picture of the entire week and called it a night.