Rave Reminiscent

It was loosely based on PLUR ethics, then the law came round and disasembled the whole operation, charging venue owners with murder if there was a death by extacy. We had whole wall colages of awesome flyers that showed 'we were there'. 

Now, it's been ten years, or more, and the new youth culture attempts to rebuild the 'dance scene' under the presumtion they started it.

'Do you see what god did for us, man?'

'Na bro, check what we did for ourselves.'

We RAVED about it. They RAGE at it.

I remember people hangin from the rafters, as far as the eye can see, in the biggest warehouse in the dark, dancing till they drug the weak out to the ambulances. After the squash down the 'parties' moved into homes, into dorm rooms, into suburbia to hide. we downloaded free music from napster to dance to, got even freakier in close quarters, Vicks, wippets, LEDs, however you could get back on the rollercoaster, and forget you were at home.

How do you afford your rock n roll lifestyle? How bout affording the festival circuit? Let's go VIP so we can laugh and point...

So Whats happened to the professionalism? To the press packet?

Rock exploded in the 90's and every youngster got a 100$ guitar. We all sucked. We begged for gigs. All of a sudden there were a million bands and we all loved Metalica riffs. We accepted low to no paying gigs to gain the experience. Venue owners were down to let us play for free. We were crappy but we brought in the youth. We had moms money. The parties had begun to invade real venues, years ago, but by now it was almost forgotten.

"what am I gonna pay u kids for? There's a millions guys in a billion bands chompin at the bit to get up here on this stage...."

Let's not even talk about the crappy job the sound guy gives everybody that's not the main act. 

"wait, this main act sounds clean and loud, but I handed him my cables?"

So unprofessionalism entered rock. Before, we would jam closed up behind doors, gettin it right, workin on that sound, developing the complete package, gettin the press kit just right, everything in the right font. 

Now you can set up the myspace and let those counters roll. It doesn't matter that mom clicks listen all day everyday.

"I'm so close y'all, let's work them counters! I'm One click away..." 

The counter is acurate and it matters.

Let's not play around here. Pretty soon everything in wal-mart will say dubstep. After all its just a word. Oh, and thats after it's on everything at the mall, btw. Then we'll probably call it something else, it already seems to be something else. 

Rock used to be the umbrella everyone hid under to get paying gigs. 

'What's rock? I like electronica. You hear that badass guitar riff?"

"Electronica/trance/house is old and wore out, I like anything downtempo..."

Dubstep umbrellas for sale.

Seems like it used to be called the Funk.

"2 dollar drink specials, dubstep all nite! Come right in! Pay over here..."