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| Keo_Nade |
| What could one do to throw a rave in NJ? I really want to throw one. I know I could rent some space in a park or sumthing for cheap, but they proly wouldnt be cool with the whole "just throwing a public overnight or weekend-long party" deal. how did you people do this back in the day? |
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| PvDOBseSSioN |
my friend threw a rave in the city a couple years ago and it turned out aiight, but if u r the person in charge then its alot of work and stress to make sure you get everything together and that everything goes well, you don't wanna be arrested cause of drug or alcohol issues
but all u gotta do is rent a place, get some half way decent local dj's, TA's would be nice, get a good dj set up, and make some flyers |
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| fotoaddict |
| quote: | Originally posted by Keo_Nade
What could one do to throw a rave in NJ? I really want to throw one. I know I could rent some space in a park or sumthing for cheap, but they proly wouldnt be cool with the whole "just throwing a public overnight or weekend-long party" deal. how did you people do this back in the day? |
back in the day.. they didn't ask.. they did it in a spot that wouldn't be discovered or caught till it didn't matter.. |
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| Keo_Nade |
| hmm now. I'd definetly be the person in charge. so id really just need cash and a sitload of cool people who can appreciate a byob trance/house fest. the more i think about it the more i want to do this. but also theres like no place to use back home. |
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| Keo_Nade |
| haha. thread closed. im contemplating this seriously now. give me a few weeks. |
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| Miss Bliss |
| I'll come to your rave party!! :toothless |
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| Trancer-X |
| quote: | Originally posted by TranceHater
so 1998 |
I was thinking more like the early 90's when the was real. :D
| quote: | Dayton Daily News - 25 Nov, 1992
Young escape through parties called raves
Use drug, sway to music
By Dana Kennedy
Associated Press
NEW YORK - Shortly after midnight, in a warehouse on the West Side of Manhattan, teen-agers wearing backpacks and stocking caps slowly filled a dark dance floor. Swaying to a hypnotic, throbbing beat, they danced either in clusters or by themselves, eyes shut, hands moving like snakes in the air. It was early yet -- most would stay until 8 or 9 a.m. They may look as if they're dancing, but that word is rarely used at the impromptu parties that pop up every night in large cities across the country. They're "raving."
Set against a background of rap-influenced techno or house music, raving is a growing social movement that first surfaced in England about five years ago. Alcohol is banned but the drug of choice is Ecstasy, an illegal psychedelic designer drug that ravers say blends in with the pulsating, 165 beats per minute music and creates a peaceful, harmonious atmosphere. "The ravers have recycled the hippie mantra thing," said Scott "Scotto" Osmond, a rave promoter who travels to various cities and organizes raves. "We've kind of sylized it for the '90s. It's a very hippie oriented thing. It's got the whole vibe."
The biggest rave cities in the United States are New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco. The purest raves are the most spontaneous. Ravers learn about the events through fliers or special phone lines just hours before they occur. In England in the summer of 1988, some raves drew up to 10,000 people. Most U.S. raves are smaller, especially in New York where space is at a premium.
"Storm" raves take place outside, under bridges or at racetracks, and draw even more people. "Every week we'll travel to Baltimore, Rhode Island, D.C., Long Island, anywhere there's a rave," said Michelle DiBella, 19, of Montclair, N.J. "It's the best place to meet great people who are into the same thing you are: music and positive energy. It's like we're part of the Traveling Techno Rainbow Family." DiBella stood near the dance floor at a recent rave with one of her best friends. She wore 5 1/2-inch black glitter platform shoes, green
bellbottoms, a black shirt, vest and beret and a nose ring. Her hair hung in a braid. Gus Gonzales, 18, came to a recent Friday night rave with two friends from Brooklyn. They go to as many raves as possible. They come soon after the raves begin, at 11:30 p.m., and stay until morning. They reminisce about raves that last until noon.
Gonzales wore typical rave accesories: a whistle around his neck attached to a flashing red strobe light. Gonzales said the red light is visually appealing to someone under the influence of Ecstasy. Ravers also wear what they call "Dr. Seuss" hats, which look like stocking caps, and dance with backbacks on. Most ravers are in their late teens to early 20s but organizers say they can be as young as 11 and as old as 45. "Raves are an escape, it's an adrenaline rush," explained Gabriel Hunter, 19. "You go to be close to the music. My mom was a hippie, a Deadhead. I figure this is the equivalent of what she was doing. Mini Woodstocks." |
| quote: | Philadelphia Inquirer, Sunday, September 13, 1992, page B1
RAVE: DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY
When you're raving, the last thing you want to see is the cops.
But there they are, cruising along North Fifth just after midnight, staring up at the shadowy second-floor windows that radiate relentless bass. Down below, one of the party's young hosts greets them. "Yes, everthing's going fine, officers -- it's just a little get-together at my loft."
They drive away into a misty night, indifferent or oblivious to the 350 teenagers and twentysomethings pumping adrenalin in a tribal stomp inside this long-ago factory in a down-at-the-heels neighborhood.
The frenzied revelers, some as young as 14, have come mostly from the suburbs and from local college campuses, drawn by the promise of all-night dancing and sneaky lawlessness. They've paid five bucks to get in. As DJ X-Lax spins hyper techno music and a projector lights up a wall with a Dr. Seuss cartoon, they jump up and down and march in place on the rumbling wood floor.
Raving has arrived: a dance-till-dawn phenomenon that started in London two years ago, quickly migrated to Los Angeles, and this summer hit the East Coast hard, including Philadelphia. Like dirty dancing in the early '60s, Woodstock in '69, and punk rock in the late '70s, raving is the '90s in rebellion. "The more underground, the better it is," says a 19-year-old, baggy-jeaned raver who gave his name as just Cricket. "There's nobody on your back, there's no bouncer -- it's just free." "It's a big ball of fun," says raver Euro, 18. "It's like controlled chaos. You can do anything you want."
Almost by definition, a rave is illegal. Every weekend, the parties rove from space to space -- a warehouse, a recreation center, a loft -- without city dance-hall and alcohol permits. Often, carpetbaggers sell beer and LSD to minors who are packed in to rooms that defy the fire code.
In Philadelphia and other parts of the East Coast, raving is also a gritty trip for white suburban kids into tough urban neighborhoods. Sometimes, as on this recent night, they get a taste of violence. North and West Philadelphia, where most of the local raves are held, have an abundance of warehouses and lofts and a scarcity of police, often so burdened with other crimes that they overlook the exploits of ravers. "The only reason they're put in bad neighborhoods is that warehouses are easy to get, inexpensive and out of the way, so the police aren't coming by every 20 minutes going, 'Turn down your music or we'll kick you out,'" says an expert known only as Under. He's a member of Dead By Dawn, one of two local rave-promotion crews, along with Vagabond, that rent the space and provide DJs and projectors.
For ravers, a bust means they're out the price of admission. But for promoters, it means they could be out of business. "If a rave is busted," says Applejack, another Dead By Dawner, "then there's all kinds of problems with city codes." Promoters say the risk is worth it, although they often only break even on their investments of up to $2,000 per rave. "I think money is secondary," says Applejack. "There's kind of a personal satisfaction in seeing people have immense fun because of a vision I had." The city Department of Licenses and Inspection is investigating the lack of permits at raves, but the police say they're most worried about the potential for racial discord and violence.
However liberal the rave crowd is, "local police have recognized the potential for racial unrest due to the fact that the crowd is predominantly white and the neighborhoods. . .are predominantly black," says Sgt. John Lyle, the head of the local office of the State Police Bureau of Liquor Control Enforcement.
"The effects of alcohol tend to loosen your lips and give you Superman
Syndrome," he says, "so the potential for racial discord is very great," says Philadelphia Police Capt. Arthur Durrant of the 26th district, where raves have popped up: "I'm sitting here thinking about if people are going to rob them and hurt them and shoot them."
Raving started around 1990 as an offshoot of the acid-house scene in
Manchester, England -- a roaring-'80s blur where all-night dance parties were made psychedelic by LSD (acid) and energetic by pulse-quickening MDMA (a.k.a. ecstasy, E and X). The Manchester scene was dampened when gangs became involved in drug trafficking and the neo-dropout parties sometimes turned into bloody shootouts between rival dealers. By then, an outdoor version of the Manchester scene had reached the outskirts of London, where the wee-hour dance-athons have drawn more than 10,000. In the summer of 1991, Los Angeles dove in big-time, adding psychedelic decor and an appetite for ecstasy, laughing gas and thundering techno music.
Techno is essentially a fusion of electronic sounds from Detroit, London and Belgium that lays computer-produced notes over ultrafast hip-hop beats -- a soundtrack for ecstasy and acid trips. Moby, a techno artist who performs at raves across the nation, estimates that there's a growing group of ravers that tops 100,000 in the United States -- from San Diego to Boston and almost every major city in between. "Raves are primarily about dancing, mind extension and breaking down of social barriers," says Moby (great-great-grandnephew of Herman Melville). "It's just sort of people getting together."
Unlike L.A.'s raves -- where promoters have been known to spend more than $100,000 to put on psychedelic light show, hire the best DJs and rent off-the-wall spots such as the airplane Spruce Goose -- Philadelphia's parties are bare-bones affairs. Kids find out about them through fliers left at select South Street boutiques. The recipe for a local rave: a few drivers (DJs), a half-dozen loudspeakers, a huge out-of-the-way space, brought-from-home hooch, and maybe even some $3 to $5 stamps and tablets of acid.
Ecstasy hasn't quite hit the Philadelphia scene yet; wide-eyed hallucinogen acid is the drug of choice for those who indulge during Philadelphia raves. But most of the core of roughly 500 ravers here don't use it. Rave DJ and Vagabond promoter Wink says local youths are turned on more by the music than by the drugs: "I think the music can take you there." Others say that in Philadelphia, the lack of drugs means that the dance-till-dawn parties turn into dance-till-you-yawn parties. "If you're going to dance from 12 a.m. till dawn, you're not going to do it on your own energy," Under says. "But people around here aren't going for it. The suburban kids have to go home."
Rave culture is quickly finding the mainstream. Listen to the techno played at clubs from Philadelphia's The Bank to Los Angeles' famed Roxbury, where frat boys and stars, respectively, jump to the electronic sounds. Witness faux raves happening at nightclubs such as Philadelphia's Trocadero and at the late-night venue Revival, where every Friday is "rave night." "There was pretty big demand to have a rave night," says Revival manager David Cohen. "It's all part of the rave craze." In fact, rave-culture is getting to be big business. Major labels, such as Columbia Records, are signing techno artists. L.A. rave clothier Fresh Jive has grown exponentially over the last two years, and concert promoters from L.A.'s Avalon Attractions to Philadelphia's Electric Factory Concerts are stepping into the pseudo-rave business. Avalon has produced legal raves at a few odd locales, such as the one on the humongous Spruce Goose; Electric Factory is looking to put on similar events in Philadelphia.
Although some big businesses see opportunities in raving, others feel victimized by the way illicit rave promoters use and abuse trademarks ranging from Coca-Cola to Mickey Mouse. America's favorite rodent, for example is a major symbol on the rave scene and sometimes pops up in a dazed state on rave fliers to denote acid. Mickey "M" caps and Mickey T-shirts are hot at raves. This has the Disney folks steamed. Erwin Okun, Disney's vice president for corporate communications, said that the rave promoters using the Mickey Mouse image to advertise their parties, "are, in fact, stealing from the Walt Disney Co." "We would pursue it where we become aware of it," he says. "I'm sad to hear our merchandise is popular at these things. Mickey certainly
has an all-American image, and certainly we wouldn't want to associate that character with such activity."
Back at the North Fifth Street rave, it's 3:30 a.m. From outside come horrific screams. Someone points across the street: He's got a gun! A promoter stuffs drifters back inside. They scratch up the stairs like fish swimming upstream. Pop! Pop! . . . Pop! Pop! Everyone hits the floor in slow motion. Is he still out there? Is anyone hurt? A reveler dials 911: The first thing he wants to see is police.
Outside, raver Wendy Henson, 27, is shot, apparently by a mugger who has been feeding off the party. Her friend driver her to Hahnemann University Hospital, where she is treated for a gunshot wound to her back and released a day later. It was Henson's first rave.
The party melts away: The shooting sort of ends its countercultural dream state with a little taste of urban reality. Two crop-topped, goatee-sporting young men are outside now and, ironically, are eager to talk to police. "he had on a white sweat top," one tells an officer. The two young men jump in to a squad car in a frantic search for the suspect. "Man," says one of them, bowing his head, "James could have got shot." A month later, and no one has been arrested. But Henson isn't scared. In fact, she feels the beat calling. "Shootings at raves is not something I hear happens too often," she says. "I'm probably going to go the one on Friday."
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Suburban teenagers have been gathering in North and West Philadelphia, where police are scarce, to dance in old warehouses. "The more underground, the better it is," said a 19-year-old, baggy-jeaned raver who called himself Cricket.
At a rave, a sign reminds visitors that no alcohol is allowed inside (despite its presence outside).
Some say the relative lack of drugs at Philadelphia raves means that the dance-till-dawn parties turn into dance-till-you-yawn parties. It was 2 a.m. at this rave. LSD is the drug of choice for Philadelphia ravers, but most of the core of roughly 500 here don't use it.
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| quote: | TIME Magazine, Vol. 140, No. 7, August 17, 1992
TRIPPING THE NIGHT FANTASTIC
Fueled by techno music and neo-hippie vibes, a wave of "raves" is
putting a new spin on the pop scene.
By Guy Garcia
The skinhead's T shirt says SMILE - IT'S THE APOCALYPSE, and
judging from the scene around him, maybe it is. Several hundred young
hedonists join him in dancing wild tribal stomps as strobe lights flash ans 50,000 watts of techno-house music blast from the speakers of a New York City nightclub called the Shelter. On the fringes, others watch an upside-down projection of Flintstones cartoons or sidle up to the nonalcoholic "smart bar" for bottled water or vitamin-enriched fruit juice. "It's a good crowd tonight," observes Moby, a techno deejay with a loyal following. "I don't sense the usual
nightclub aggression."
The high-decibel delerium is "Time-capsual One" of a weekly Friday-night event billed as "NASA" (Nocturnal Audio and Sensory Awakening), an all-night techno "rave" that culminates with breakfast and bungee jumping from a Hudson River pier as the sun's first rays warm the spire of the Empire State Building.
"It's a love circle," explains Laze, a 26-year-old graffiti
artist from the Bronx who has also attended raves in Philedelphia and
Washington. "It's like a 1960s scene - all the races are together,
dancing, having a communal experience. We want to go to Woodstock and
rave for a whole week."
Ravestock? It just might happen. This summer, from San Fransisco to Berlin, Detroit to Paris, a wave of raves is overtaking conventional night life with unbridled energy and a brash new sound. Part funky fashion show, part techno music dance-a-thon, part politically correct flea market, raves are loopy high-tech love-ins laced with a playful sense of the absurd (and a dollop of illicit drugs).
Raves mirror the national disenchantment with the traditional, the conventional, the status quo - whether in politics or pop music. Their appeal lies in their quirky spontaneity and vaults of rhythmic rapture. By singing the body electric in a blizzard of refracted light and pumped-up sound, ravers embrace a collective catharsis - and sometimes one another - in a cuddly bear hug. "It's the disco of the '90s but with a harder edge and without the lyrics," says Eddie Hardesty, who runs street sounds,a techno-music store on Los Angeles' trendy Melrose Avenue. "It's a form of release from everyday life."
At the pounding heart of every rave is the galvanizing, metronomic beat of techno, a term coined to describe an intensely synthetic, hyperkinetic form of dance music that was born in Detroit during the mid-'80s. A fusion of the futuristic computer-driven sound of the European bands like Kraftwerk and the rhythmic possibilities of computer-controlled keyboards, techno caught on first in Britain and Belgium, where it became the sound track for marathon "acid house" parties.
Raves can, and do, happen almost anywhere - on moonlit beaches, in empty warehouses, and in open fields - thanks to an underground networking system and mobile electric generators that use telephones, flyers, and maps to get the word out in with as little as 24 hours' notice. Like the hit-and-run "outlaw" parties that took place in Los Angeles and New York during the mid-'80s, ravesare often illegal affairs that operate one step ahead of the authorities.
The controlled substance of choice for some technoites is Ecstasy, a synthetic mood-elevating drug that is roughly akin to amphetamines in the long-lasting rush it provides. It has been illegal since 1985 but is easily obtainable on the black market. Others frown on drug and alcohol use, stressing that intoxication is extraneous to the rave experience. "The rave scene isn't about fashion or getting high," says DJ Disaster, 26, who is co-producing "Psycho Splash '92," a rave taking place this week in an aquatic theme park outside St. Louis. "it's about forgetting who's going to be President and having a good time."
That escapist streak is evident in rave clothing, which tends towards loud primary colors, patterned wool caps and untucked shirts emblazoned with peace signs, happy faces and corporate logos. A key part of the look is "trip toys," or out-of-kilter trinkets and prankish paraphernalia like op-art jewelry, prism eyeglasses and flourescent body paint. "A trip toy is something that will catch people's attention and make them smile," says Niles Peacook, who attends raves with a ball-point pen that transforms into a tiny soap-bubble blower. "The whole purpose is amusement."
Ravers have recycled the hippie mantra "Do your own thing" and given it an up-to-the-second spin. A cross-country traveling rave called "The Moveable Feast" will tour with circus-like tents at outdoor sites in Los Angeles, San Fransisco, New York, Chicago, Detroit, and Washington. "There'll be booths where people can get information from groups like ACT UP and Rock the Vote," says promoter Philip Blaine, 24. "It's a positive feeling. Where else can you get thousands of people together with no fights or racial tension?"
In Europe, where the techno movement took off during the late '80s, raves have reached mammoth proportions. The so-called Worldwide House Nation gathered in Berlin last month for a megarave billed as "The Love Parade." Accompanied by about 20 trucks laden with computers, techno deejays and powerful sound systems, 7,000 revelers danced down the city's main street, then converged for an all-night rave. An even larger rave is planned in Mannheim on Aug. 29. And raves are still going strong in Belgium and England, where some events have attracted as many as 20,000 people.
While techno has yet to produce a Top 10 pop hit, its audience is steadily growing. In Los Angeles at least three radio stations are devoting significant airplay to the format (one, MARS-FM, restored its all-techno format after cutbacks provoked a storm of listener protest). Major labels like Sony and RCA are signing up groups and putting their marketing muscle behind techno music. Techno compilation CDs recently released by Profile Records and Zoo Entertainment are selling briskly. But not everyone is thrilled to see raves enter the
mainstream. "It used to be elite, and now it's kind of common," complains Andrea, 20, a raver who got into the techno mode on the West Coast. "A lot of poeple are jumping on the bandwagon." The danger is that as the scene becomes larger and more commercial, it risks losing the cosy counterculture atmosphere that drew people to it in the first place. To keep that from happening, ravers will have to find a way to maintain their subterranean spirit, even as they spread good vibes amound the masses.
-with reporting by Sally B. Donnelly/Los Angeles and M.E. Sarotte/Bonn |
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| Trancer-X |
| quote: | Originally posted by Keo_Nade
haha. thread closed. im contemplating this seriously now. give me a few weeks. |
Not that I'm condoning any illegal activity, but I think that you would be much more likely to find success if you planned it somewhere other than on a public message board, which is almost certainly crawling with narc's who would like nothing other than to further tarnish the image of America's small but growing EDM subculture.
I was going to bite my tongue but I figured I better add that. |
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| banninator |
| quote: | Originally posted by Keo_Nade
What could one do to throw a rave in NJ? I really want to throw one. I know I could rent some space in a park or sumthing for cheap, but they proly wouldnt be cool with the whole "just throwing a public overnight or weekend-long party" deal. how did you people do this back in the day? |
Get a good team together. Find an industrial space, maybe a loft building in East Willy'B. Double check ALL your permits. Pay off the cops and or the people living in the building. |
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| SiLveR_NrGy_985 |
| i thought this was interesting to read, seen it b4 but still coo i saw the video from the birth of xtacy and the rave scene on tv back in 04 cant remember which channel it was on |
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| Keo_Nade |
| quote: | Originally posted by Trancer-X
you would be much more likely to find success if you planned it somewhere other than on a public message board, which is almost certainly crawling with narc's. |
true true. we shall see. some day. |
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