But first...Let me talk about WMC
- soundsofasteria
- Apr 7, 2014
- 3 min read
Let me start out by taking a minute to ask….what the hell just happened to us??
I’m seriously still trying to wrap my mind around the parallel universe that was Winter Music Conference/Miami Music Week- a week where we were surrounded by almost every music professional in the industry, attending the most-talked about events, and casually mingling with some of the biggest DJs in the world. A week where I traded in my business suit for a swimsuit, and where my work day went from 9am-5pm to 5pm-9am. A week that was exhilarating, exhausting, epic but above all else unforgettable. Measured in selfies.
Tabitha and I went into WMC with a lot of expectations for newbies. I mean, we had a videographer, a promotion opportunity with one of the biggest names in house, and VIP guestlist entry to sold out parties. In hindsight, it’s almost comical how confused we were when all didn’t go according to plan. We assumed everything was going so well because we were destined to do this. But one thing we certainly learned out of all this is that the road ahead is going to have obstacles, as ups as well as downs.
Regardless, we have lots to be thankful for. Here are some of the major highlights:
Spending an hour with Kaskade in person; listening to his story and how he’s always held true to house just confirmed our love and admiration for him not only as an artist, but as a person
Hanging out in the artist lounge of Protocol’s Miami Reboot with Nicky Romero and Paris Blohm. Traveling around with Hardrock Sofa’s crew. Kissing Don Diablo (on the cheek). Eating unicorn hamburgers with Markus Schulz. Chatting backstage with Sander van Doorn. And actually speaking words with them…I don’t know if I properly formulated sentences, but some exchange of the English language was involved
Being part of one particular artist’s crew. Thank youuuu to our English friend Edd, so happy we are part of the Axtone family <3
Establishing relationships with industry professionals and making beautiful new friendships with some gorgeous people from Miami, Australia, England, and all over the world, including one particularly special soul with bowties tattooed on the backs of her legs
But what are highs without the lows? We promised you we’d tell all, so here goes:
One of the DJs getting so sick his doctor banned him from traveling, so we had to cancel the big promos we were planning on Friday. No official filming for us :(
Not getting to film enough with Shaun, our incredibly talented videographer because we didn’t realize what a clusterf#ck Miami would be in terms of advanced tickets. I hope my shitty cinematography makes up for half of the skills you possess. That’s what editing is for??
Spending a ton of money. And I mean a TON. Looks like I’m eating cereal three times a day for the next year
Tabitha’s phone getting stolen on the beach at night. Even better question, why were we on the beach at night?? Hmm…
And the crazy, stupid moments in between:
Raging with Nicky Romero’s uncle at the Protocol pool party. Oh yes, of course we have it on camera!
Arriving at a party too late that even being on the VIP guestlist meant we couldn’t get in. No more capacity? No problem. At the right moment, I grabbed Tabitha’s arm and we ran inside, right backstage with Sander van Doorn
Enjoying ourselves a wee too much at the VIP/Artist lounge at a Surfcomber pool party, then proceeding to go out dancing in the crowd, stripping down to nothing but our bikinis and sunglasses (it’s dark out), when a domino-effect of randos start asking to take pictures with us. This went on for about an hour. “Hashtag Sounds of Asteria, y’all!”
After our 60 minutes of feigned fame, subsequently meeting “the Americans!”, a group of British boys so absurdly attractive and perfect it was like meeting One Direction after they passed puberty. ….How we ever decided to call them “the Americans,” I really have no clue
Driving around Sobe making a “Selfie” parody music video, involving strangers, the elderly, and a confused child with a binkee
I pulled a lot of hustling that week, and I learned the art of hustling comes with having (strategically) little to no shame. There were moments I wondered why we were doing all this. I wondered what I was risking it all for. But despite the fact that we were often tired, sometimes broke, it was worth every penny and every lost hour of sleep to live up every moment of that wild week.
Miami, as my dear friend at Axtone would say, you’re one boss ass bitch. Until next year—when we’re playing you.
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