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Bowie, Moby
are Stars in Area2 Festival offers multiple musical
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The third annual Area 2
festival landed in Irvine, California mid-August fusing hip-hop, modern rock, old rock,
djs, and electronica acts all under one roof. Easier said than done. Overall, Area 2 delivered a buffet of diverse musical flavors, from
Ireland's Ash to Dutchman DJ Tiesto, but fans seemed to cherry pick to suit their own
tastes as they hip-hopped not to the music but from stage to stage, tent to tent waiting
for co-headliners David Bowie and Moby to appear. Early in the days festivities, rapper Busta Rhymes and crew
cruelly faced a vast empty wasteland of seats at the Verizon Amphitheatre pleading with
guests to remain for their half-hour of jolting beats though not much was missed
since it ended up being pretty much the same set and in-between song banter they gave for
Cypress Hills Smokeout Tour earlier this year. With Busta a bust, (maybe saving energy for the Eminem show coming a
few days later) the mostly twenty-to-thirty something crowd opted to stand in line for
pricey beer and munch out on the usual festival offerings like day-old hotdog weenies and
overcooked teriyaki chicken.
Many found a haven dancing in a big, white tent that offered a
rotating menu of world-renowned artists like DJ Tiesto, DJ Dieselboy [Check out our exclusive interview with DJ Dieselboy],
DJ John Digweed (a living legend) and the never tiring DJ Dan. It was surprisingly
well ventilated and well attended in spite of the unavoidable air pockets of armpit
stank- it seemed to fuel the hyped crowd and it may explain why people were raving like it
was 1999 in some industrial underground. Only a small stage was used, but the dual
video screens made up for it and reflected cool digital imagery including one for DJ
Tiesto that dually served like a commercial as it repeated his swirling name as if one
would forget whom the Dutch titan was. Moby, who closed the show, had no problems packing in the crowd
either as the self-described geek-turned-superstar-rock-god demonstrated his prolific
musical ability by rapidly alternating between different instruments during the opening
song, "We Are All Made of Stars." Bowie on the other hand, gracefully
postured throughout his set in a nicely tailored black suit, certainly appropriate for the
still fit fifty something. Every step seemed to convey some meaning and purpose. With a star lit backdrop, Moby contrasted by sporting the mandatory
rock-star faded t-shirt and baggy pants only matched by his indistinctive set of vocal
pipes resonating a cold, treble-less sound that by design mixes really well with the
digital elements of his songs. But with the so tiring, Im so happy to be a
geek monologue that really means, Im the coolest thing on the planet so
f-u, Moby is really a one-man show, so the audio aspect is more fulfilling and
stimulating than the visual.
With his own backdrop of big, bright lights outlining his name,
Bowie never seemed to be overly eager to bridge the gap of young and old with either his
banter or with the sound of his seven piece band; no seven string guitars here. His
goal seemed to be to deliver lofty and classic versions of old rock n roll favorites
including Fame and Ashes to Ashes, and even new songs coming from
his latest release, Heathen. Casually sipping hot tea between songs, the
proper gent seemed to preserve every ounce of energy, which may explain his well preserved
looks highlighted by his full head of golden locks. While one would think that Moby, with his marathon pace, felt overly
eager to compete with such a talent that of course is nonsense. Even if the
legendary Bowie may have stolen the moment, the future has its eyes on Moby. |
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