The Touring Life Of A Superstar
by Kevin Raub
THE NEXT DAY, during a layover in Panama, Oakenfold tells
me, "I never thought I would get to see the world through a box of
records, but I have. I used to go on an annual holiday prior to
DJing - Rio,
Japan,
America - when I was, like, 16 years old. But
then I started to focus on DJing and started getting invited to go
and play. So, suddenly, I went from backpacking on a small,
struggling holiday to traveling business class and staying in
five-star hotels. It's been great."
Things are so great in business class, in fact, that Oakenfold
makes an effort to taunt tour manager Jackson and me, who are stuck
in the first row of coach, just behind the superstar DJ. "Could you
please bring more lobster and fill up my glass of Champagne?" he
asks, just loudly enough for us to salivate. He's kidding, of
course. Today's long day of travel has afforded no lobster or
Champagne, but rather Subway sandwiches between quick stops in
Managua,
Nicaragua, and
Panama City, Panama, on our way to Bogotá,
the capital of
Colombia.
The last time Oakenfold played Colombia, he was greeted at the
airport by armed escorts, but violence in the country has
dramatically receded under current president Álvaro Uribe, and we
are instead met by three unarmed bouncers. Our plans for catching a
quick nap are foiled when we're told we must make the hour-long
trip out to the venue for a sound check before checking into our
hotel. By the time we do, it's nearly midnight, so there will be no
siestas before Oakenfold's two a.m. set. Once at the hotel, we
barely have time to set our bags down and brush our teeth before we
depart for the venue for the second time in two hours.
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