By Max and Deirdre
It was 7:15am and I was on the train to my full time job, and all i could do was smile at myself. The prior night I had been led through a set that is often talked about by ravers but not often experienced. The share excitement that I left identity fest with, after pryda finished out the night, was dumbfounding. No one on the train will ever be able to relate to my experience at this festival unless they lived during the days of Woodstock or have attended one of the major EDM festivals circling the country the last 2 years.
As a leader of a music revolution, I’ve been given the keys to a kingdom many would beg for, and access others would pay thousands. On the day of Identity festival, that meant stage access and beyond. It’s hard to fathom the experience of being on stage, capturing images of a historical moment, such as the first return of pryda in five years. Yet I was blessed with the honor to share my passion and focal lens with the fans of the Comcast center, and witness their musical journey to dance music ecstasy, which pryda led them through and provide an Identity Festival 2012 Review.
Much like the repetitive dun-dun dun-dun from the train tracks, a similar steady beat carried through out the...
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