Paying to spend the night in a room full of drunk people who can’t dance while the same songs are played week after week? No thank you. That’s not what the movies told us about clubs! Yet I still pay money into this industry even if it is just to partake in the activities rather than hear the dreadful monotony of it all booming from the club down the road. There is of course more to a good night than the music however one can only enjoy a Rihanna track so many times. Perhaps at this point it is the logical thing to go to another club but the majority of the time it seems that you’re getting served the same dish, just with different sides.
After a few nights of venturing to the alternative club further down the road it becomes apparent that they too are playing the same sets of their own songs every night. While this is enjoyable for a few nights, no matter how much you love those songs there is going to come a time when it just becomes ‘another one of those nights out’. I find myself retreating back and forth between the pop and alternative clubs in order to get into a cycle of different clubs to spice things up little. Even then though, that becomes yet another routine.
The next option then seems to be to get so drunk that any music sounds acceptable and everyone is snared into a trap of repetitive beats, not wanting to waste that hefty entrance fee.
As I’m writing this I remember my constant annoyance at people slating pop music when really it should be appreciated as a piece of entertainment. However my point in this article is not to say the music that clubs play is rubbish, rather there should be more of a variety and a shake up of playlists.
Every once in a while you get a guest DJ and we pay a little more to essentially hear different music than we would on a regular night out. So while a good night out with friends isn’t largely effected by the music, it is clearly valued as a large part of the night when we are happy to pay more to hear something different. Or are people paying this large sum just to see the DJ alone, whether they’re a widely acclaimed musician or that dickhead from that TV show?
I guess my point is that while I can enjoy a night out when I’m out there and in my element, it seems hard for me to understand this when I’m sitting at home and unwillingly listening to the drone of this so called music and club goers. How is it that we can hate music for all its worth, but when the time is right, we can be having the time of our life while listening to it? Be it the alcohol or the company, there is something quite mystical about the average British night out.
SAMANTHA MAE 