If there’s one place that cemented itself into my Amsterdam memories, it’s Melkweg. Hands down, the best (and probably only) venue I frequented lol. But let’s face it, why mess with perfection 😉
Mondays at Melkweg were a whole vibe, specifically the cheeky Drum & Bass nights, where even if the crowd was still recovering from the weekend, everyone turned up as if Andy C himself had a personal invite waiting. Spoiler alert: one time, he actually did
Now, let’s take a moment to appreciate what Melkweg really is. It’s not just a music venue; it’s more like a portal into a parallel universe where everyone’s on the same wild wavelength. You walk in, and it’s like stepping into an alternate reality, where the mundane drudgery of life just melts away
There’s a tangible energy in the air, like the walls have absorbed a million euphoric memories and now pulse along. I’d step into that dark, massiveee space, and suddenly, all sense of time and reality dissolved. Lights flashing, bass thumping, a sea of bodies moving in unison in pure, unapologetic joy
Ah, the sounds of DNB! The beats would wrap around you like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. I vividly remember the nights spent there, getting lost in the music, letting it take me over. There’s something almost therapeutic about the bass, like it vibrates your very soul. It’s the kind of place where you can dance like nobodys watching (because it’s quite dark too), and even if they are, they’re probably too busy losing themselves in their own little worlds to care
And then there’s the featured image for this post which I wanna address haha: a very DIY photo of Pikachu snorting cocaine. Yes, you read that right.
Now, before you raise an eyebrow, let me explain.
As a recovering drug addict, I’m allowed to find certain dark things amusing in the name of humor and growth, right? It’s all about perspective!
This hilariously absurd image became my go to profile picture in a Brighton business owners’ Discord community. I thought I’d be networking like a serious professional, only to shock everyone with my absolute absurdity. The reactions are priceless, think double takes and more than a few LOLs. If you can’t laugh at yourself, what’s the point, right?
But back to Melkweg. It’s the kind of place that makes you lose yourself in the best way possible. It was there that I danced like a man possessed, reveling in the freedom of the music. The atmosphere was sick AF a charged mix of sweat, laughter, and that universal camaraderie you only find on the dance floor. You know that feeling when it drops just right, and the crowd erupts like it’s a collective exhale after holding your breath for too long? That was every single Monday
I can’t even fully explain what it was about Melkweg, it’s like all of Amsterdam’s free spirited soul is bottled up in that one venue. I often found myself chatting with random strangers, sharing smiles, and bonding over our shared love of music and the fleeting moments we were living. One minute, I’m bobbing my head to the latest DNB banger, and the next, I’m discussing life’s mysteries with someone who’s just as into the scene as I am. It felt like I was part of this massive, chaotic family that thrived on the collective energy of the night
Melkweg truly is a must go place no exceptions. If you ever find yourself in Amsterdam, do yourself a favor and drop by please. Experience the magic, dance like nobody’s watching, and embrace the chaotic beauty of it all