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Aug 5,2007-Aug 12,2007 |
Steve Lawler Drops The Bomb
Twisted Night and Day at The Guv
By Maic Oz
Originally Published: 2006-06-18
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Steve Lawler
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Full moon. Steve Lawler. The Guvernment... The stage was set for an unforgettable night. Little did we know, such great omens could hardly prepare us for what a night it was truly going to be.
Whether you're a dance music lover or not, at one point or another, you've all heard from someone of that 'enchanted - perfect - night' they once had. As hard as I've tried to convey that to my girl, being the die-hard rocker she is, my words were met with deaf ears. For some, dance clubs bring back only bad memories and a sad state of affairs to which they've vowed never to return.
Last Saturday, her life changed forever...
We got to the Guv around midnight. Packed. No, really packed. We hid upstairs in the lighting booth waiting for Steve to come on (thanx Tom). Must say though, minus the crammed space, Mark Oliver really prepped the crowd with just the right beats and grooves that were to intro Steve. Then, a little late, maybe just to make 'em wait, Steve Lawler got on the decks.
It was fierce. The roar from the crowd overpowered the mains. People had been waiting for this. You could feel it. As he broke into his set it seemed Steve had rehearsed even the lighting with the crew upstairs. From where we watched up above, I swear it was nothing less than shocking. Pioneer to the twisted house phenomenon, Lawler pushed out heavy electro riffs and stunning basslines for hours and hours.
Five o'clock. For those well versed on Lawler at the Guv it meant only one thing: Sky Bar.
It was still dark as we ventured outside on the patio, downtown glistening in the distance. Manzone and Strong were still pouring out the beats as the crowd danced on. There was a strange air brooding among all. Smiles and cheers never seemed so sincere. Then Steve Lawler came on. Again... I cannot begin to purge the energy that swept through the crowd. We were smack dab in front of the booth and the arms raised, the cheers and screams seemed endless.
As Toronto slept in the background, Guvernment dancers let loose on the stage. Pigtail starlets and scant-clad schoolgirls danced their hearts out. They too had been infected by Lawler's twisted house. Even Charles Khabouth (owner and operator) came upstage, grinning, wink in eye, as hands were in the air and hundreds were immersed in joy as Lawler made us dance until we felt we could dance no more.
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