#Caravan palace tour set full#

It was like an unintentional fashion show featuring dressed-down steampunks and their nanna’s old jewelry.

The crowd kept filtering in, and every so often you would see a couple folks who looked like they had heard about this thing called the ’20s, but didn’t really have a clear idea of what anyone looked like back then. Sure, one or two people stepped onto the dance floor to show their moves, but for the most part, everyone was just clumping up around the sides. Almost like the DJ was more of an inconvenience. The whole crowd was just standing around and talking, so the din of conversation easily beat out the music’s decibel level. People kept asking me when the show would start, and the absurd volume at which they had to yell the question seemed to make the answer obvious. Even the lights were set to a static low blue glow, with no movement whatsoever. Granted, both of them stepped up to the sound booth with nothing more to announce their set than darkness and increased volume. Little attention was paid to Jesse Walker and Johnny Pepp, both local DJs who were spinning some excellent house jams for the first couple hours of the show.

#Caravan palace tour set full#

Bored, awkward white people stood around and talked, drinking from plastic cups full of beer while loud dance music played in the background. When I thought of the kind of concert where you’d hear loud, pumping dance music, I definitely didn’t have this image in mind.