Monday Night Lights
It doesn’t really matter how good a weekend was, because the moment Monday arrives, it carries the weight of five workdays behind it. Monday has terrible branding. Nobody wakes up excited about it.
Fortunately, the F*ck Monday crew has been doing their part to improve the situation. Whenever they put something together, Monday stops feeling like the start of the week and becomes an encore. An extra day attached to the weekend. A chance to finish things properly. This time they had chosen Sonance as their playground, which immediately put me in a good mood.
One of the first things my photography teacher ever told me was that photography is nothing more than learning how to play with light. If the light is bad, your photographs will be too. It sounded disappointingly simple at the time, but the longer I take pictures, the more I realise he was absolutely right.
Which brings us to Katt.
If you’ve ever been to Sonance, you’ve probably noticed the lighting. If you haven’t noticed it, that’s a sign it’s doing exactly what it’s supposed to do. Katt has long moved beyond simply decorating a venue. She paints with light. The moment I arrived she practically ran toward me, excitedly explaining that she had done something special with the lighting setup for the evening and that she had hoped I would be there to see it. People don’t need to say much more than that to make my day. And she wasn’t exaggerating.
The place looked incredible. I barely had time to tell her before she disappeared back toward the stage, because as it turns out creating beautiful environments isn’t enough. She also happened to be the lead singer of the band performing that night. Some people really need to leave a few talents for the rest of us.
While the music started, I took a better look around. And that’s when I realised I may never have properly explored Sonance before. The basement felt familiar and completely new at the same time. Perhaps I have spent too many evenings limiting my movements to the dance floor, the couch, the toilets and the route between them. A possibility I am not prepared to rule out.
The theme for the night was 90s Undergrunge, and the band absolutely nailed it. Song after song, anthem after anthem, transported us back to a time when these tracks weren’t classics yet, but simply the soundtrack of everyday life. Loud guitars, distorted riffs, flannel-shirt nostalgia and enough memories to make anyone start calculating how long ago the nineties actually were. We didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
So we had the lights, we had the music and we had a stage, but most importantly, we had each other. And to make sure we made it to the end of it, we responsibly consumed our prescribed dose of Vitamin X, Smiley Aspirins, and more of those mysterious nighttime supplements.
A great night deserves proper memories.
Here are mine.
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