Taking on TomorrowWorld: Day 2


Looking outside to find it was still drizzling was like waking up on Christmas morning to the knock off version of the toy you’d been asking for all year, unwrapping your present only to see you got the blue power ranger instead of the green one or Donatello instead of Michelangelo. I mean, it’s okay, I guess.

Mud. So much mud. The relentless sprinkling combined with the ground pounding of tens of thousands trekking from stage to stage resulted in a squishy, slippery slush, the more heavily-trafficked the area, the more likely you were to sink down into it with a wrong step. But that didn’t stop even more people from showing up and turning up en masse on day two of TomorrowWorld.

Around 4 PM the skies cleared up and the sun beamed down just enough to get spirits and hopes up that the weather was turning, but an hour later it was back to gray skies and business as usual; like a text from an ex saying they missed you who doesn’t respond when you say that you missed them too. Still, you have to work with what you’re given and so around eight we made our way down to the main stage to catch one of my favorite acts of the weekend: Adventure Club.

I was amazed by how much thicker the crowd was than the day before and despite the circumstances, they were in high spirits, whether naturally or chemically induced. Adventure Club stayed true to their brand, playing a heavier dub set with original classics like “Crave You” and worked in newer tracks like a remix of The Weeknds “The Hills”, that worked the glow stick waving throng into a frenzy.

I hadn’t ventured past the middle of the grounds and decided to use Seven Lions at the Mythical Frames stage as a reason to get to the back and see what those stages and areas looked like. The perilous trek more than paid off. While I’m not the biggest dubstep fan, I do like Seven Lions’ work (and pretty much anything that comes out of Anjunabeats for that matter) and was blown away by his performance.


The dance floor, if you could call it that, was packed front to back and side to side with people spilling out onto the hills behind it. It was nice to see that the organizers didn’t skimp out and still put the same creativity into the build out of the other stages besides the main stage. Seven Lions played a melodic dubstep set that was a beautiful juxtaposition of hard and heavy and light and smooth. Definitely worth checking out if you see his name on a lineup.

Slodging back to the main stage after his set ended, we decided to take a detour to check out Bassjackers at the Revealed stage. We waded our way through fifty yards of sludge before finally finding respite in the hard flooring the staff had thrown down in light of the weather situation. Bassjackers was another artist whose music I was familiar with but had never seen live and he brought the house down. Totems of blow up dolls, Charlie Murphy and a sign that read “Hulu and Commitment” (the antithesis of Netflix and chill) were hoisted high into the air and bounced along to Bassjackers’ beats.


We made it back halfway through Afrojack’s set, who dropped “Take Over Control” before turning the decks over to Hardwell to close.

Nothing ever goes entirely according to plan. Apparently there was a huge issue with transportation. Shuttles for staff, crew and press weren’t running and that’s to say nothing of the festival goers. Due to the rain, lots had been closed and people were getting shuttled to and from the festival from where they parked and the transportation system imploded when Day 2 ended. People were left stranded, waiting in line for hours on end just to hope for the chance to pay exorbitant fees for Ubers and Taxis out and some of those who couldn’t hang ended up passing out and sleeping where they waited or on the side of the road.

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Man plans and God laughs.