I wrote a story

[V Knid esq]

It's about raving. I actually wrote it nearly 10 years ago, but I think it still holds true... it's a 'performance piece' so I don't know if it works quite as well written down, but I hope you like it.


*filthy gospel voice* And you see, the second, the second most popular game played in schools today is HOUSE! But no, what does he mean? The second, the first, the only popular game played in schools is getting off your nut. Yea, all over the planet a global intercommunication network of sniffy-nosed smart boys and stumbling face pullers is linking, connecting, self-creating, drawing together into a new kind of collective cultural creature in its own right or wrong, a new kind of expression through 'AVIN IT LARGE STYLE, the last-ditch attempt of the voices of youth, love and vibrancy to come together to a single beat and harmonise in an alpha and omega final eternal cry of... "awrightmatehowsitgionwhereyouc omefromyouhavinagoodtimewhatyo udonethenthemmitsubishiswasity eahlotsofthemabouttonightihada coupleofthosebluebastardsandi' mrushinglikeamadfuckernowyeahi beeninthemainroomfuckinaviniti ntherehesspinningsomementaltun eshewasreallycuttingitupatonep ointandiwaslike'fuckyesallmesh akrasarelovinthisone'knowwhati meanandyouseeherdancinoverther eimeanfuckmethatssomemovininni tyeahehyougotacoupleofrizlaswe etanywayi'mdoingaclubmeselfasi tgoesyoushouldcomeandcheckitou twhatwasyournameagainyeahsweet i'vegotaflyerheresomewhereyoug otalightsweetyeahcomedownit'll bebangingsafemateseeyalateryea h?" ...er, sorry I missed the first bit of that mate, music was a bit loud you know... hang on a minute, what's that I hear... oh YESSS! TUNE MATE! Sorry I got to go and dance... and we are AAAALLLL dancing in Jack's House, black and white, jew and gentile... as long as Jack's mate on the door likes the look of us, that is - see he's been on a bit of a powder bender and is acting right the moody cunt and he's got a real thing against any trousers that aren't Maharishi and he's been down with the whole Cream Ibiza contingent since like TIME, he is no-messing, so if your Carhartts don't cut it you're going to have to work seriously hard at blagging it, mention seeing him down the new Pacha (last week was it?) and admire his nut-nut skills "you were havin it you nutty geezah!!" and still you'll probably have to listen to a good ten minutes of "yeah 87 Shoom Weatherall Old Days Groovrider VIP Lounge Headhunters tight crew me and him like THAT mate" at which point you get a little bored and wander off from Jack's place to try the hippies down the road, who are announcing through their white-dub megaphones that the space alien is the new true blue god for you, nah seriously man, we're all looking upwards again, reaching upwards, reaching for the light, you see, we understand the higher force of positive energy that's going to come down and heal the earth-mind with a big glowing finger OUCH! Phone home, call Mummy and she'll launch us all into the 5th dimension as a new kind of ketamine entity, or failing that at least she'll buy us plane tickets to Goa so we can go and get off our pineapples and live like princes, cause the pound is well strong against the rupee right now man -WHAT?? You've never been to Goa? Fuck me, I suppose you're more of a Thai man are you? No? Where d'you party? Brazil? Iceland? Manali? Er, who the fuck are you anyway... look, I've got to go and organise the total eclipse party with Jack's boys - Boomshanka, darling... yeah? well? you've got things to do as well, as it goes, this geezer's just asked you for some puff and you may just be able to spare him a teenth of your fine bud, but you've got to go for a smoke it's only ettiquette, yeah ok just a quick couple of tokes, hour and a half later you snap awake to realise your in the middle of a room full of skunked up techno boys giving it serious revision for the blip-blap minimalist hardbeat party later tonight, yep memorise a few hundred Detroit-Berlin vinyl facts, who produced it, who engineered it, studio personel on hand at the magic moment, the stylus that cut the holy grooves, which kraftwerk click inspired the kick, no seriously man, these guys are the originals, what they done 19 years ago is the future, it's like the only music that marks the movement of a post-industrial society y'know, like the purity of the machines, the, er, free flow of cerebral data through the global communication channels and international techno bulletin boards united by the futuristic cyber-ideals of... um... shaving your head and getting sweaty with a load of other barebacked borgouise skinhead boys on half a tingle-token yeah MENTAL MATE hard as fuck bigger better schnell schnell in Hamburg it is FASTER! Wow that's amazing mate, you're a student too, yeah, I'm studying to build corporate computer networks as well, yeah, spooky coincidence man, yeah, come back to mine, we can use all the ecstasy empathy to open up and talk about the things that really matter like... drum machines and minor body piercings... um, sorry mate I'm a bit fucked to be honest, think I'd better go and sit in the high art state-of-the art flashing ambient whalenoise womb-room and smoke a shedload of weed, yeah that'll bring me down to reality... yeah... uh! sore floorboards, really not sitting comfortably, it's all a fucking joke, jawache, can't hear, snatches of the same old bullshit float by, place is just full of boring cunts and posers of on their own stupid trips, spliff just sort of brings you up more, earache paranoia palpitation sweat headache, better drink, better smoke, is that a better room, recognise someone you recognise, give them the feeble red-eyed smile... (cunt!) can't eat can't sleep can't stand up straight can't see straight can't walk straight can't think straight can't talk frofferly blank blank nothing nothing empty...
*shake*
Oi mate, you alright? Please, go home, have a shower, have a banana, have a valium, get some sleep and stop dragging this place down with your tedious misery... *skips off to a glittering special extra VIP room of value-added glittering debauchery and looks proudly forward into a brave new tomorrow*

I like it lot's, reminds me of a monologue from a film such as Trainspotting or Human traffic, you know the whole 'choose life' thing, luckily, without the garish blatancy.