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Old skool memories
I started in Toronto in Sept 30, 1995. I know nostalgia filters memories, but there was something special going to a place, any place where people of all ages would dance and just be themselves.
Clubs have always and forever will be about attitude.
My first rave was at a three-level underground garage with people dressed up in Evel Kneval outfits and Bumble-bee suits.
It blew my mind. There was a conga line of 15 girls going around the garage up the ramps.
The guy with the Evel Kneval outfit danced with his helmet on.
I believe Jungle was at the bottom, trance/house in the middle and ambience at the top.
It was at Spadina and King.
I've tried to get into the garage for old times sake, but it is private property.
There were girls dressed up like guys dancing in the most unique way, almost like plants. Howser chicks. It took me 10 raves before I figured out how to dance: by not giving a shit and dancing to the non-beat. I learned dancing from these girls.
As soon as I saw this, i was hooked.
Where did those girls go?
I believe it was called Tribal Gatherings by Dose.
At that point, I understood what it meant being in true ecsatcy.
Not supreme happiness but utter contentment.
Man that party was the best I ever was at.
Destiny 16 at St.Clair near Jane I cannot describe with justice.
The whole place had been divided into two, but each side rocked with the other. I had 1.5 inch thick sport shoes and was dressed like a referee. I danced so long that my left leg went out, so I continued with my right.
I hope to find parties like this again in my lifetime...
I havn't been to a good party since Chocolate at the Hershy Center in May'99.
Forever,
Taylor
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