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Bullshit. Utter bullshit. I've lived in backwater towns where clubs were nightmarish meat markets and the DJs Top 40 rapists. If you can't feel any difference then I feel sorry for you. I spent most of my life in a small town in the middle of nowhere that didn't even have a record shop, dreaming of this scene where there were like-minded people and great parties. I had a moment recently when I was walking down Oldham Street in Manchester, record shopping to kill time before I saw Leftfield, and I stopped outside a shop window that was displaying the new Alaska LP. I realised I was living my dream. I might not always want to go out on a Friday night and one day I might get bored of it, but I'll always have the freedom to choose. There are thousands of people in America, many of them on this forum, who have that dream. |
We'll see.
Understand, I'm not making a sweeping declaration. I'm just engaging in speculation that, maybe in five or ten years from now, you'll see things in a different light. The bottom line is that if there was nothing more to it - that if I honestly thought that the only virtue of club culture was meaningless, indulgent la Dolce Vita smeared in bodily fluid and weeping from cuts before the hasty retreat into respectable life-style - I wouldn't be who I am doing what I do.
I spent a good chunk of my early twenties in a nightclub right around the time the rave culture was breaking through, over here. I've worked as a bar-back, bouncer, and bar-tender. When you were learning to tie your shoes and tell time, I was walking down Sixth Street in Austin, TX, getting hand outs for raves from passersby who wore furry Cat-in-the-Hat hats. I've worked for two 808 State shows, right across the street from the tawdry frat-row meat-market & date rape emporium - and a girl bought me a drink there, too.
It's not that I haven't had my share of eureka moments and a hell of a lot of fun, whether I was on acid, pilled, stoned, drunk, all-of-the-above, or stone cold sober. Most of that, however, happened after I saw everything truly for what it was. That there was a bad that came with the good.
Floors stained with bar-mat-gimlet in no way are the sum of my experience. I've had those moments, you describe, thumbing through records with fifty dollars of disposable income, and walking home with a stack of vinyl long after my excess driven, Hunter S. Thompson moments of clarity.
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