Between Aoki, Alesso and Angello, it’s hard to keep up with half of the house music acts that come through Gainesville, let alone greater South Florida. Last year, the question used to be “what do I wear to this?” Now it’s “who needs to borrow my light up Converse?”
Whatever neon and spandex distributor was hurting before, is now a happy man. It’s almost as if the more odd you dress, the better prepared you are for a concert. It’s now appropriate to wear basically nothing for a concert where you’re sure to sweat your tank off or get sprayed with an unidentified liquid from the crowd.
I’ve gotta say, it’s nice throwing on a pair of sneakers and a bathing suit for a night out. Splatter paint body suits for girls, bright orange shorts for guys, and glow-in-the-dark headbands for both. Gainesville, we’re clearly not in the ‘90s anymore. This futuristic movement of music is affecting the way we dress, as well. Some of the people I see these days look more like aliens than concertgoers. But, you know, when in Rome.
So, go buy those crop tops and borrow those thick-rimmed black glasses. I can only imagine what our kids will someday wear to concerts, let alone the music they’ll listen to. No offense, but I think Skrillex sounds like transformers fighting over the last piece of pizza. Just kidding. Rock on?
