Oldskool ravers ..
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me too :/
Instantly makes you sound like an old fart when you say it, but its so true - it was a time and a vibe that just cant be communicated - if you were there, then the music hints at it, and on a good day you might feel the spark well up inside you and fade away again. Always worth it..
The thing thats really difficult to get across to anyone that wasnt caught up in that whirlwind of clubs drugs and music in the early 90's, is the atmosphere there was on the dancefloor and especially around the dancefloor...Suddenly for the first time in anyone's lives, anywhere, it was ok to just walk up to somebody and start talking, about anything with no prejudice, no judgement, hundreds of people excited and alive, loved up and loving - there was a real spirit of openness and acceptance of a new set of interpersonal values and the feeling that we were chaning the world forever with this crazy, beautiful chaotic music - the racism, classism and materialism that we had been preached since we were kids was gone once you stepped through those doors and the smell and bass hit you...the furtive excitement at scoring your drugs, and hurriedly waiting to come up on them :)..first in the legs then up and up, the music suddenly got 50dB louder and closer, wobbly eyes, wabbly jaw, eyes half closed - the mundane world outside now left long behind, a manic dance, start to sweat and deep breaths..which was was the bar ? Might have a quick sit down and come up a bit more and have a cigarette.
Alright mate ? as someone in exactly the same state with the same 'fucking wow' look in their eyes catches you as you struggle to sit down properly and give away all your cigarattes for no reason.
Then all your mates come over looking similarly dishevelled, and everyone gets introduced to everyone else and talk about the pills being bloody good this week, and before you know it, you're in the middle of a deep and meaningful conversation it would take a therapist years to get to with a patient.
A breakdown in the music and all you can hear is the chatter-yakker-blabber of a hundred frantic conversations going on around you, and mmmm...this seat's nice and soft, and god! she's gorgeous...
The beat and the bass comes banging back in like a thunder clap and everyone spontaneously cheers like lunatics and the top of your head blows off, like it always should have done.
You dont know what time it is, how much money you've got in your pocket, what you're wearing - you're in the moment, the right here, right now of the Buddha, its perfect, its peace, its chaos, as you close your eyes and suddenly realise that depsite dancing like dervish next to a 5kW speaker stack, you feel more peaceful and content, unthreatened, loved, loving and whole than you can ever remember, just like every other smiling strangers face you can see.Yeah, I miss it.