Music and concerts are seldom considered art. Being an avid
fan of concerts, I have grown to appreciate the specifics put in to make a good
show. I have been to over 40 concerts in my life ranging in all different
genres of music. But never have I been to a concert like the other night. Last
week Penn State was rocked by a world in color. Specifically, Dayglow was in
town, and although I was never a big house music fan, I was amazed by the
theatrics put into the show. For those of you who don’t know what Dayglow is,
it is the world’s largest paint party. For those of you questioning how this is
art, it is a festival of house music, stellar light shows, and most importantly
paint. I was convinced to go to the concert by a couple of friends, and I
reluctantly decided to go. The atmosphere entering the Bryce Jordan was
incomparable. Everyone was dressed up in white or bright colors, there were fog
machines in every corner of the floor, and everyone was dancing. It reminded me
of THON, the last time I was packed in the Bryce Jordan center and forced to
dance and stay on my feet for a couple hours. Me and a thousand other college
kids piled into the gym just minutes away from something we would never believe
unless our eyes saw it themselves. I surely would not have expected the
magnitude of art I was about to witness.
The show itself was absolutely amazing. There were remarkable
DJs, soaring aerial acts, stilt-walkers, contortion acts, fire shows, and
cannons to deliver the famous “Paint Blast,” along with many other
unforgettable live performances. I found myself to be amazed with my
surroundings and forget about all the annoying people trying to butt their way
to the front. My favorite part was the paint blast itself, where there was a
countdown going for an hour building up the anticipation of something
magnificent. I danced for two hours just staring at the countdown and waiting
for the concert to end. When the clock struck 0:00 three robots flew out into
the crowd with paint cannons and laser lights that electrified the crowd. From
there, the concert only got better. I
was ready to call it a night, but I was afraid the night was only just
beginning. Once the paint was unleashed to the crowd, my whole attitude towards
Dayglow changed. I went into it thinking it was just another stupid techno
concert where disc jockeys just hit buttons and made sound with no true talent,
but I came out of it thinking that it was art. The music was not my favorite,
but every song had its own light show perfectly in tune with the song. Each
performance was spot on with the song playing. And every paint cannon or foam
machine blasted just made sense at the particular moment. It truly was art.
Overall, I found Dayglow to be a
delightful surprise. If ever music could be considered art, I feel that this
occasion fits the role. Dayglow is more than just a concert: it is a
performance worth being shown at Ford’s theatre. I felt that the work put into
the show makes it a work of art. The various aspects of the show truly define
it in a special category of its own. You do not have to be a fan of house music
to truly appreciate Dayglow, and I can attest to that. I highly recommend
everyone goes to at least one festival of Dayglow.
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