Concert Review: Nocturnal Wonderland 2007
I have never been to a massive rave Los Angeles, and I tend to stay away from overbooked and overhyped events like the ones held by Giant, Insomniac, or Spundae. But when I heard that The Chemical Brothers was headlining the Nocturnal Wonderland, I was eager to check it out. And even though I get easily clusterphobic in large crowds, especially in an environment full of loud music and wandering e-heads, I wanted to give this event a shot; and when you love electronic music, like I do, it's just something you have to deal with.
First of all the entrance process to the event was confusing and disorganized. Everyone was funnelled like rats through various gates and waiting areas, where we were constantly being placed in never-ending lines by clueless yellow jackets. Although it was a little nippy outside, the parking structure, which was used as the entry point, was hotter than hell. It was hot, sweaty, smelly, and dreary. The ground was littered with club flyers that were being distributed outside the venue, and there were no porto potties nearby as you waited in line. It was not a good way to welcome your guests to a venue that is supposed to be a party
I brought my DSLR camera to the event with the hopes of taking photographs for LAist, and even though their web site said that still cameras were welcome in the venue, I was turned away because my camera was deemed "too professional". Since when did having a nice camera become a basis for discrimination? I didn't really understand that policy, and tried to argue my case with their supervisor, but after awhile I realized he wasn't going to give in, my camera was just too good for this damn festival, so I went back to my car and dropped off my camera.
When I finally got in, it was a sea of people, music, and food, it was full sensory overload, but not in a good way. There was not a lot of space to sit down, so everyone pretty much had to sit on the ground if they wanted to get off their feet. Because the event was an 18+ event, we were allowed to drink in designated alcohol areas only. And after forking out $13 for a drink we were not allowed to walk around with it, now that sucks! Every 14-year old with a fake ID was there; which made it really creepy in a Chris-Hanson-Dateline-NBC kinda way.