To have a good time takes some planning. To organize a dance party for instance.. Yet, here in Saigon, it’s happenin every night of the week, and more so during this festive holiday. Clubbing however is for stress relief. It got sight, smoke, sound and scene.
Players know where to go, to spot a “happenin”.
When young, I often organized dance parties. So I know a thing or two about how to create a structure and space for bon vivant.
Energy creates a chain of its likeness. Contagious.
DJ’s, lighting, booze, dance partners, and those at tables nearby and guards, all contributing to success at clubbing.
The rhythm of the night, I want nobody but you, Every move you make etc…
are the must haves. There is a peak time for every party, when everyone seems to be “in the zone”. A party synergy.
When no table looks at the others, that’s when people lost themselves in “the rhythm of the night”.
Vietnamese abroaders showed up. We dimmed the lights and gave it a try.
It was cold out, yet warm inside. Young exile men and a few female foreign exchange students, trying to make the best of the situation and occasion.
Here, it’s so commercialized, and cookie-cutter-ed (almost bionic).
But still, if you thrive in clubbing sector, you can survive in business.
It’s purely market-driven and customer-service oriented, albeit young crowd. The good-time business, whose benchmark was set by studio 54.
They don’t use bouncers here. Instead, the uniformed guards circled among the crowd. And they are in your face, to make sure intoxication doesn’t lead to violence. Some clubs even have dancers on stage to catalyze and stir up the pot.
The sound is always deafening.
It’s as if people are trying to scare away the dark.
Las Vegas thrived on Hoover Dam‘s electric supplies. Here in Saigon, occasional black-outs interrupted the party. Don’t worry, we got
power generators, enough for karaoke upstairs.
Don’t be interrupted. Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow.
Live, love and laugh. I couldn’t remember where I was until I see the flag which reminded me that I still am in Vietnam, a Vietnam in transition,
with all the right elements in place, club elements.
P.S. As of this edit, the NYT also ran a piece on workers in China went clubbing after hours of assembling those I phones. A few years back, similar article would feature Bangalore‘s call center workers. It’s a logical and predictable outcome of automation, industrialization and human revolt against the machination of it all. The irony is, club elements involve a lot of machines: speakers, turn tables, smoke machines, light switches and fire alarm. Mr Bose, whose name is now the same as best sound system, passed away a few days ago. RIP. Who need more volume, when you can hear just fine, the music that is, and certainly not the conversation. That’s not one of club elements.