Dancefloor moments
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love dancing to the more break edited jungle, gets me in touch with my central asian/kurdish ancestors.
that's why jump up jungle took off mid 95 anyway, cos even in london you can't just play sets of overedited breaks, and expect the crowds to stay loyal to you, which is a shame. england will never truly heal from its sexual repression.
that's why jump up jungle took off mid 95 anyway, cos even in london you can't just play sets of overedited breaks, and expect the crowds to stay loyal to you, which is a shame. england will never truly heal from its sexual repression.
8) Hello, 2017
This great time in my life doesn't last. On the day we decide to book a holiday to Berlin, having finally got ourselves in a position of relative financial comfort, we go out to buy a nice lunch to eat as we plan our itinerary, and when we come back after being out for an hour max, we've been burgled. Two laptops and a tablet. D's laptop is a high-end model he's been using to write and record his album on, while I've been using mine to attempt to get back into music writing. It is the worst feeling. Someone has been in our home, probably watching to see when we left, and this kind of stuff isn't easily replaceable. We spend months walking around like ghosts, shell-shocked devastated, afraid to leave the house unattended. People are kind and gift us their old devices, but what we really want is our stuff back and to be out of the flat as soon as possible. But the police are useless and getting together another deposit isn't easy when you've just booked six days away.
Still, you've got to keep your spirits up. A workmate volunteers to watch our flat while we are away and we accept that we can't live in complete fear so we have to go before it completely cripples us. Berlin is Berlin, it's my third time going but both previous times have been short stays for culture and tourism, rather than experiencing it as the clubbing mecca that it is.
The Friday night we plan to go to Ohm, the side room at Tresor, and if it's not good we can go into Tresor. Truthfully, the line-ups for the clubs while we are there aren't particularly appealing - Berghain only has DJ Haus and then the rest is lots of tech-house over the weekend, while Tresor has the blander side of Hotflush. Ohm is hosting Trade, a night featuring lots of "internet DJs" and mostly names from the deconstructed club axis that I'm not familiar with, except Lotic's.
Ohm is great - it's small and friendly, even to two tourists like us. It holds maybe 300 people at most, but it's a good mix - not the sausagefest of techno bros we see everywhere else we go. Yves Tumor is there and stands on my foot in six inch heels while we're dancing beside each other. Any concerns I had about the music being joyless to dance to are unnecessary - they might be approaching this from a conceptronica perspective but they're definitely here to make people dance. Lotic plays a lot less harsh than I expect he would in 2017, finding room for straight r&b and hip-hop like Keri Hilson and Rae Sremmurd.
And this. A bounce cover of Adele's hit. For months, D and I have been sending each other the silliest, most tasteless music we can find, trying to cheer ourselves up. This one has turned into a private meme - YaBoyBigChoo is a provincial Fatman Scoop, his enthusiastic shoutouts so easy to parody, our "hello how are you?" texts to each other meeting replies of "I'M GOOD WHAT IT IS! DENISIA!" references. We've travelled across Europe for a proper clubbing holiday and of course we find ourselves in a serious club dancing to what's essentially a punchline for us.
We use music to entertain ourselves, not just a listeners and dancers but as consumers, and there's no world where a song can exist context-free or your enjoyment of it isn't influenced by how your taste is formed. I can't tell if my love for this version of "Hello" is ironic or not, but I know that when I hear it in Ohm, and when I hear it again a year later played by Evian Christ in Glasgow (!), I'm just really happy to hear it. Nobody else is going wild for it except us two, and I wouldn't expect anyone else to either, to be honest, but for us it makes sense.
This great time in my life doesn't last. On the day we decide to book a holiday to Berlin, having finally got ourselves in a position of relative financial comfort, we go out to buy a nice lunch to eat as we plan our itinerary, and when we come back after being out for an hour max, we've been burgled. Two laptops and a tablet. D's laptop is a high-end model he's been using to write and record his album on, while I've been using mine to attempt to get back into music writing. It is the worst feeling. Someone has been in our home, probably watching to see when we left, and this kind of stuff isn't easily replaceable. We spend months walking around like ghosts, shell-shocked devastated, afraid to leave the house unattended. People are kind and gift us their old devices, but what we really want is our stuff back and to be out of the flat as soon as possible. But the police are useless and getting together another deposit isn't easy when you've just booked six days away.
Still, you've got to keep your spirits up. A workmate volunteers to watch our flat while we are away and we accept that we can't live in complete fear so we have to go before it completely cripples us. Berlin is Berlin, it's my third time going but both previous times have been short stays for culture and tourism, rather than experiencing it as the clubbing mecca that it is.
The Friday night we plan to go to Ohm, the side room at Tresor, and if it's not good we can go into Tresor. Truthfully, the line-ups for the clubs while we are there aren't particularly appealing - Berghain only has DJ Haus and then the rest is lots of tech-house over the weekend, while Tresor has the blander side of Hotflush. Ohm is hosting Trade, a night featuring lots of "internet DJs" and mostly names from the deconstructed club axis that I'm not familiar with, except Lotic's.
Ohm is great - it's small and friendly, even to two tourists like us. It holds maybe 300 people at most, but it's a good mix - not the sausagefest of techno bros we see everywhere else we go. Yves Tumor is there and stands on my foot in six inch heels while we're dancing beside each other. Any concerns I had about the music being joyless to dance to are unnecessary - they might be approaching this from a conceptronica perspective but they're definitely here to make people dance. Lotic plays a lot less harsh than I expect he would in 2017, finding room for straight r&b and hip-hop like Keri Hilson and Rae Sremmurd.
And this. A bounce cover of Adele's hit. For months, D and I have been sending each other the silliest, most tasteless music we can find, trying to cheer ourselves up. This one has turned into a private meme - YaBoyBigChoo is a provincial Fatman Scoop, his enthusiastic shoutouts so easy to parody, our "hello how are you?" texts to each other meeting replies of "I'M GOOD WHAT IT IS! DENISIA!" references. We've travelled across Europe for a proper clubbing holiday and of course we find ourselves in a serious club dancing to what's essentially a punchline for us.
We use music to entertain ourselves, not just a listeners and dancers but as consumers, and there's no world where a song can exist context-free or your enjoyment of it isn't influenced by how your taste is formed. I can't tell if my love for this version of "Hello" is ironic or not, but I know that when I hear it in Ohm, and when I hear it again a year later played by Evian Christ in Glasgow (!), I'm just really happy to hear it. Nobody else is going wild for it except us two, and I wouldn't expect anyone else to either, to be honest, but for us it makes sense.
luka
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luka
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I remember us having to pass bouncers to get in, and being nervous because our German isn't great and we had heard all kinds of horror stories, but it was fine, and inside it was completely fine. I've never been offered so many drugs in such a short space of time in so many different languages
luka
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I've just been shopping and as soon as I walked into ASDA Hello started playing and I got a shiver up my spine as I realised that I am the Most Poweful Being in the Universe.
9) I'm Lonely, 2018
So me and the house-sitting workmate are pretty close after a few years working together, and it's even better when they buy a flat with their girlfriend, not realising it is directly across the road from the place we're staying. Two internal promotions come up - we would be working together, exact same dynamic, but on a bigger scale. He gets the position he wants, but I'm told I'm capable of a level higher than the one I wanted and they offer me a "better" job somewhere else with more money and potential. It has dozens of red flags but instead of staying put I'm naive enough to take it, thinking and believing in myself enough that I can make the changes needed in the environment to make it a good job. It is beyond awful: I've got the responsibility of a manager but none of the freedoms to deal with the staff issues, and the staff issues are extreme: think open racism and homophobia, people having physical fights, fire alarms being deliberately set off. The travel is longer and there's no routine due to the shifts constantly needing covered and altered. Meanwhile, my fractitious relationships with my family boil over, and in the interest of self-regard I have to cut them out. Add in my mental state with the burglary, the knife-point mugging in Lisbon, and just general frustration with the way my life has turned out, and I finally snap. I go to the doctor, stressed and depressed, and get signed off for several weeks. I'm prescribed an anti-depressant that's new to me, and of course I have an adverse reaction to it, where I start hallucinating, hearing voices, feeling the urge to hurt D physically. I stop the tablets after two days and accept that this isn't for me, and later learn during this that D and a friend phoned with a view to trying to get me sectioned. Once I'm over this unpleasantness, I try to go back to work, but my old role has been filled leaving me to go back to an entry-level role, part-time because that's all that's available. I'm skint, bitter and exhausted.
Enter BS, a friend of a friend. I meet her after going to visit a pal at her home for a drink and a catch-up. BS is properly mental. She's the kind of person you want to be your best friend but also the kind of person you would never want to know where you live: she's fun and fearless, but also formidable and full-on. Her look is a mix of ex-raver and successful WAG, and her energy is irresistible. She is also incredibly enthusiastic about substances.
As I mentioned before, I've been basically terrified of drugs. I've tried a few puffs of a joint and a few cakes but it's never been for me: it makes me sick, I don't like the smell or the taste, I'm not good at consuming it without looking like a knob, and all the folk I know in my everyday life who enjoy it are people I don't have much in common with culturally. I've lived through the mephedrone boom, seen it on my brother and it just looked like a permanent comedown, and while I've always been curious as it's such an integral part of dance music culture I've never taken any class As.
But at this point, I've got nothing to lose. Not even in a nihilistic, hedonistic way - I just don't feel worried any more. The worst things that could happen to me seem to have happened and I've come out the other end of it, and I feel with BS and our mutual friend that if I'm going to try something then I might as well do it around people who know what they're doing and feel safe to be around.
Life changes, again. I meet new people, people who turn out to be the best friends I could ever have, not just because they like dance music and clubbing and fun, but they're on our wavelength and we can hang out properly without it being a massive party. There's still peripherals, people I only see when I'm out and wouldn't know outside of the 3am vibe, but there's a core group who are essential and wonderful. I start going clubbing again, only now it's very different, much better.
I can't remember who it was who played this track, but it was definitely near the end of a night in a Glasgow club that doesn't get the same acclaim as The Arches or Sub Club. I knew this from an old Cream mix CD I had growing up, but it sounded incredible when I heard it out. The cold, machine-funk of the bassline, the warbling ice pads, the militia snares and sterile acid squelches, all making my skin glow and tremble. And that vocal - I need to be with someone, tonight - feeling urgent and inviting, perfect for a state of heightened connection.
So me and the house-sitting workmate are pretty close after a few years working together, and it's even better when they buy a flat with their girlfriend, not realising it is directly across the road from the place we're staying. Two internal promotions come up - we would be working together, exact same dynamic, but on a bigger scale. He gets the position he wants, but I'm told I'm capable of a level higher than the one I wanted and they offer me a "better" job somewhere else with more money and potential. It has dozens of red flags but instead of staying put I'm naive enough to take it, thinking and believing in myself enough that I can make the changes needed in the environment to make it a good job. It is beyond awful: I've got the responsibility of a manager but none of the freedoms to deal with the staff issues, and the staff issues are extreme: think open racism and homophobia, people having physical fights, fire alarms being deliberately set off. The travel is longer and there's no routine due to the shifts constantly needing covered and altered. Meanwhile, my fractitious relationships with my family boil over, and in the interest of self-regard I have to cut them out. Add in my mental state with the burglary, the knife-point mugging in Lisbon, and just general frustration with the way my life has turned out, and I finally snap. I go to the doctor, stressed and depressed, and get signed off for several weeks. I'm prescribed an anti-depressant that's new to me, and of course I have an adverse reaction to it, where I start hallucinating, hearing voices, feeling the urge to hurt D physically. I stop the tablets after two days and accept that this isn't for me, and later learn during this that D and a friend phoned with a view to trying to get me sectioned. Once I'm over this unpleasantness, I try to go back to work, but my old role has been filled leaving me to go back to an entry-level role, part-time because that's all that's available. I'm skint, bitter and exhausted.
Enter BS, a friend of a friend. I meet her after going to visit a pal at her home for a drink and a catch-up. BS is properly mental. She's the kind of person you want to be your best friend but also the kind of person you would never want to know where you live: she's fun and fearless, but also formidable and full-on. Her look is a mix of ex-raver and successful WAG, and her energy is irresistible. She is also incredibly enthusiastic about substances.
As I mentioned before, I've been basically terrified of drugs. I've tried a few puffs of a joint and a few cakes but it's never been for me: it makes me sick, I don't like the smell or the taste, I'm not good at consuming it without looking like a knob, and all the folk I know in my everyday life who enjoy it are people I don't have much in common with culturally. I've lived through the mephedrone boom, seen it on my brother and it just looked like a permanent comedown, and while I've always been curious as it's such an integral part of dance music culture I've never taken any class As.
But at this point, I've got nothing to lose. Not even in a nihilistic, hedonistic way - I just don't feel worried any more. The worst things that could happen to me seem to have happened and I've come out the other end of it, and I feel with BS and our mutual friend that if I'm going to try something then I might as well do it around people who know what they're doing and feel safe to be around.
Life changes, again. I meet new people, people who turn out to be the best friends I could ever have, not just because they like dance music and clubbing and fun, but they're on our wavelength and we can hang out properly without it being a massive party. There's still peripherals, people I only see when I'm out and wouldn't know outside of the 3am vibe, but there's a core group who are essential and wonderful. I start going clubbing again, only now it's very different, much better.
I can't remember who it was who played this track, but it was definitely near the end of a night in a Glasgow club that doesn't get the same acclaim as The Arches or Sub Club. I knew this from an old Cream mix CD I had growing up, but it sounded incredible when I heard it out. The cold, machine-funk of the bassline, the warbling ice pads, the militia snares and sterile acid squelches, all making my skin glow and tremble. And that vocal - I need to be with someone, tonight - feeling urgent and inviting, perfect for a state of heightened connection.
shiels
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I fuckinh love this one!!1
shiels
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it was all my idea everything here is my doing
yyaldrin
in je ogen waait de wind
how is it your idea? i hope more members will follow. would love to read about corpsey's and disastah's coming of age magical dancefloor moments.