Calling All Rave Promoters: Give This Dude Who Won The Great Christmas Light Fight a Job Now
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The main stage at this summer’s Electric Daisy Carnival featured a ten-story animatronic owl whose ‘shroomy eyes glowed and glittered while a phalanx of elements—fire, water, wind in the form of fog—danced around it. It was the style of light show one expects to encounter solely at raves, or in Vegas, or raves in Vegas (so often the twain do meet).
And yet: last night’s third-season debut of ABC’s annual reality competition show The Great Christmas Light Fight proved that there is one more locale for rave visuals and pyro, if one accepts this mission—in the suburban driveways of extravagant 20-somethings whose parents are chill enough to let them fiddle around with the electricity bill.
In the case of Matt Phipps, 25-year-old proprietor of Livermore Lights in Livermore, California, this translates to a fucking spectacle of a come-up experience and the sole reason I realized that this is my favorite holiday, when everyone else gets on my level and appreciates the life-affirming experience that is the rave-oriented light show.