Buku’s Atomosphere Filled With High Energy
Atmosphere and “vibes” are two concepts that are relatively difficult to express in text. Oftentimes the way one feels in a certain situation impacts them in such a way that words just cannot do the sensation justice. This is not speaking in terms of happy, or sad, or angry; but rather, it is describing that intangible ideal that one cannot quite put their finger on. Atmosphere is what takes an average concert and throttles it into the stratosphere. The air at Mardi Gras world could only be described as electric. The people, the site, the sounds, the smells — they all added up to one complete and wholly unique experience. As I stated earlier, an average show can be greatly improved by a good atmosphere, but what Buku did was take an already stellar show and completely morph it into an experience all its own.
The unique feeling of this festival starts upon entering the grounds. Concert-goers are immediately in sight of the now abandoned Market Street power station. This massive monster of mortar and steel looms behind and off to the side of the main Power Plant stage. Illuminated at night by multi-colored lights, the aura given off by this structure can definitely be described as eerie.
Beyond the initial, darker tone, the festival is nothing but excitement and wonder. Men and women with multi-colored hair parade up and down the festival grounds while artists paint beautiful portraits to the smooth sounds of whoever is playing closest to them. Old companions share laughs over borrowed cigarettes while new friends are breaking bread at one of the many quality food vendors. A steamboat, the V.I.P stage, sits quietly docked, waiting for the festivities aboard to commence. Concert-goers of all ages rush back and forth, manically trying to get to the correct stage in time to catch their favorite act. Costumes abound as people really let loose and express themselves to the fullest.
When talking about an event taking place in the south, that sense of good old southern hospitality cannot be left out. Everybody in attendance was just so eager to be friendly. Friends could easily be made simply by waiting in the bathroom line. Complete strangers danced together, sang together, and developed friendships that may last forever. It was not out of the ordinary to receive the random hug or high-five from a fellow patron, or to receive a free drink just because somebody was feeling generous.
Friendly people, amazing sights, wonderful music, and an interesting setting; these are all factors in the equation for a good concert atmosphere. Though it is very difficult to put in words just what the Buku Music and Arts Project felt like in terms of its atmosphere, one simple thing can be said: they got it right.