Concert Reviews

Frankie Knuckles, Inventor of House Music, Played the Travis on Friday: Review

Have you ever walked into the Travis? It's one giant flash-bang, a sensory blitz of polished stone, metal pillars, and wall-to-wall mirrored glass, which when paired with the club's retina-shattering strobes, imparts a sense of infinite dimension. One 360 look around, and you feel like an insignificant speck, a small nothing at the center of a dark, neon-lit desert spanning a thousand miles in every direction.

If the Travis isn't the most effective escape from reality that Dallas has to offer, it's very close. In the belly of this beast, inside a universe onto itself, you feel liberated from the rest of the city. Tonight, I arrived later than expected, but I made it in time for the big-bang, in time for Frankie Knuckles.

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Jonathan Patrick