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Hey r/ibiza,

Just saw this post going around on Instagram via time to house magazine and wanted to bring the discussion over here.
French house veteran Bob Sinclar openly stated on a recent livestream that he is refusing to play Ibiza this year.

According to him, the island has completely lost its identity to corporate greed and phone-lit bottle service.

Here are the main takeaways from his statement:
Venues are no longer built for real clubbers who want to dance, but around VIP tables and spectators holding their phones up.

Rising DJ fees are forcing clubs to jack up entry prices and rely heavily on high-end bottle service just to make their nights profitable.

He says saving Ibiza would require a massive shift: music-first events, smaller rooms, and cheaper entry tickets to bring back the original community that built the island's reputation.

For someone of his stature, who has been a staple of the scene and played the island for decades, to openly boycott it and call out the commercial model is a pretty big statement.

I wanted to ask the community:

For those of you who have been to Ibiza recently, either this season or last year, what is your take? Is the VIP and influencer culture actually ruining the vibe on the ground, or is this just a classic case of old school nostalgia?
Where are the real music-first vibes happening right now if Ibiza is priced out?

Source: https://timetohouse.com/en/articles/bob-sinclar-ibiza-became-a-show

As it should be!

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Corporate greed?? Should we bail them out?

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(Source: https://www.readfostertalk.com/i/201729462/1-the-summer-of-phone-camera-culture-war-is-upon-us )

Finally.

Last week, in documenting This Summer’s Hot New Vacation Game to Play With Friends, it was written:

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Already, in NYC, clubs have moved towards London and Berlin-models of stickering cameras and disallowing phone use on the dance floor: Basement, Nowadays, and Nightmoves have always had these policies, while House of Joy, Signal, and Refuge have adopted anti-phone camera policies in the last year. Earlier this month, Outer Heaven on the Lower East Side announced their own no-phone policy.

Even in the epicenter of phone-cameras-in-the-club, Ibiza, season-long phone bans are showing up.1

Of course, banning phones at nightclubs — which at their root, were historically safe spaces for marginalized communities to go and be absolute freaks, i.e. exactly the kinds of places that should have anti-phone policies — isn’t really all that controversial, and thus, isn’t getting a ton of pushback from people. A semi-viral recent post by Magical Dancefloors giving newcomers to dance music and nightlife a compelling view into the glory of a phoneless dancefloor keeps spreading, tilting that discourse in the right direction even more. Nature is healing, etc.

But a new discourse has risen, in light of the announcement that Phoebe Bridgers Summer Tour will be a phoneless one in which concert-goers phones will be locked in Yondr pouches, pitting those who can’t be away from their phones against those of us who wish they could launch theirs into oblivion.

Before I go any further, just, like, take a second and imagine the grounds on which people — who we really want to give the benefit of the doubt to, as a matter of practice — are objecting to having to put their phones put in pouches for the duration of a concert. Now ask yourself: How great is your imagination, really?

And that goes without mentioning the person drawing a line from not using your phone at a Phoebe Bridgers concert to “autodafe[s]” and their fellow revolutionary declaring that phone-free concerts are “classist as fuck.” There are also concerns about the gay kidnappers and the banana suit guy, and we won’t even get into the whole “ableism” arguments of it all. A culturally-astute person pointed out to me: “This stuff feels incredibly 2017, and I mean that in the worst possible way.”

Let us forego all the obvious counterpoints to the paint-huffingly paste-eatingly stupid pro-phone arguments, which — like all truly dumb things — don’t deserve to be taken seriously, except as a way to make yourself immediately stupider by dignifying them. Phone bans are definitely a solution, and as someone who strongly believes in the power of draconian punishments for petty offenses (don’t get me started on littering), I’m all about the nanny state, which I’ll take over the panopticon any day of the week. That said: Yondr pouches — which have reach limited to the live events they’re deployed at — will only do so much in the war for vibes, which need to be tended to through soft power. Thus, that ages-old power of just straight up shaming losers. If you’re gonna be the person to shame someone influencing in public, as long as you’re not rude about it, I’m not gonna stop you!

Observe: The flyer Summer Fridays hero Solomun has been distributing at his residency at Ibiza club Pacha since 2017, which explains that using your phone camera fucks up the experience for everyone else, and also, is kind of for assholes.

Yet, the most effective way to pull soft power on the phone addicted, however, is by making people feel like they’re missing out. And mark my words: In a world where privacy is increasingly becoming the kind of thing people come by at a premium, phone-less spaces are gonna increasingly be associated with dignity, exclusivity, and thus, luxury — while phone-filled spaces, the opposite. Anyway, that’s all to say that this isn’t really much of a fight: Tide’s already turning, and in the mean time, apologies to anybody who gets gay kidnapped at the Phoebe Bridgers concert and can’t film it, or whatever. You were worth the sacrifice.