I parked my car in a conspicuous parking lot. My two friends hopped out in search of someone, anyone, with a lighter. Two random guys appeared from the dark trying to prolong the conversation by all means even inviting us to an “afterparty.” That’s what they all say.

My buddies stumbled a bit on our way to Chicago’s Aragon Ballroom. One was tipsy on a cocktail of weed and vodka. It didn’t help that she was wearing stilettos, which is a balancing act in itself. We wandered for another wasted ten minutes, until we saw two lines.

Separated for about an hour, I leaned against the white wall in will call patiently waiting for my escort to arrive. The venue’s management lost the press badge list. I texted and called the show’s publicist trying not to whine about this ridiculous situation. At this point, the box office staff thought I was full of shit.

I told them the Safe in Sound tour manager was on her way; one employee looked over begrudgingly and said “Yeah, sure.” I guess when you wear rainbow fluffies, “Rave Booty” underwear and a Kandi necklace that says “Borgore eats my cake,” people don’t take you too seriously.

Suddenly, this bleach blonde boss lady grabbed me and walked me into the concert–I surpassed all lines and questions. I can definitely get used to this.

Finally, I met my friends at the barricade. The overbearing bass rattled the fence between us and the DJ. Once I was in, I closely observed.

Party Thieves was brilliant at combining two generations of samples together. I felt like a kid in a candy store when he played Showtek’s “FTS.” That Showtek tune was my introduction to a musical world other than Britney Spears. He was unimpressive with his copycat mixes of Flosstradamus’ 2016 Lollapalooza set including The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army” and Valentino Khan’s “Deep Down Low/MFU.” However, Thieves’ was a successful opening act, dare I say, passing with flying colors; the crowd was rowdy.


Boombox Cartel’s performance was mediocre at best. It’s as if Party Thieves called up Boombox Cartel and asked if they could be twinsies for the night. Like “Yo, man I’m totally feeling HDYNATION, OWSLA and Jack White. Let’s dedicate our show to them.”


The experience I yearned for began when Dirtyphonics walked out on stage. Their vibrancy, loudness and uncontrollable energy peaked my interest. Dirtyphonics was an appetizer and Borgore the main course.



This was my fourth time seeing Borgore, and he always delivers. Asaf Borger (Borgore) is a classically trained musician whose death metal background shines through his provocative beats. Colorful cartoonish graphics accompanied Borgore’s set during his sneak peak of “Magic Trick.” Juicy J and Borgore teamed up on this bootylicious anthem that drops Friday, Nov. 18.



His time on stage ended all too quickly feeling shorter than the other acts. My two compadres and I took one final “pray for the booty” photo before security shooed us away.


Mr.650/Safe In Sound

The journey back was full of stumbling bodies just the way it started. My girlfriend asked me “Don’t you like going to concerts with buddies instead of going by yourself?” Nope, I prefer only surrounding myself with the music and EDM fam who love it as much as I do.