Over-crowded, unfriendly, stupidly expensive and a fuck sight more stressful than most cities – there are many reasons to hate London and as you get pummelled into the ground on a daily basis by the shit you have to endure you constantly ask yourself whether you wouldn't be better off somewhere quieter, cheaper and a lot less hectic. But then you go somewhere amazing and you think to yourself I could not get this anywhere else in the world. London, despite all its faults is a totally buzzin cool happening place that thrives on its own hectic stimulation – this was never more accurately demonstrated than at the party lastnight..
I don't know how the zeitgeist works. I 'm not even totally sure what it means but I always find it strange how the collective unconscious synchronizes and everyone seems to get into the same thing at the same time. It is often a reaction to what has gone before but not always. Suddenly everyone is bang into the 50s/60s thing. The look is back on the streets and the sounds are back on stereos. How does it happen? Are we all just one giant being split into millions of different entities seemingly separate but in reality, joined, connected and vibing as one? I can't prove it but I liked to think so.
So we descended the tight stairwell and walked straight into a scene from Quadrophenia. I had watched that film so many times and always wanted to go to one of those dark, packed little underground venues with everyone grooving and rockin out to dancefloor fillers that you just can't stand still to. And all of a sudden, here I was. It was happening.
It was just eleven but it was already busy and people were already dancing. And it just got busier and busier. I'm not sure how clubs manage to fill up without you noticing but suddenly you look round and its jam packed. All of a sudden it was heaving but rather than feel over-crowded it just added to the buzz. A throng of people sandwiched together shaking themselves to the tunes of yesteryear. But this was not a nostalgia trip. For a start no-one in the room could have been there first time round. This was just a group of people joined by a desire to dance to decent music.
And so I danced and I danced and I danced and then I had a breather and then I danced and then umm danced some more.
Pics will be uploaded as soon as i get em'.. Till then cheers.
I don't know how the zeitgeist works. I 'm not even totally sure what it means but I always find it strange how the collective unconscious synchronizes and everyone seems to get into the same thing at the same time. It is often a reaction to what has gone before but not always. Suddenly everyone is bang into the 50s/60s thing. The look is back on the streets and the sounds are back on stereos. How does it happen? Are we all just one giant being split into millions of different entities seemingly separate but in reality, joined, connected and vibing as one? I can't prove it but I liked to think so.
So we descended the tight stairwell and walked straight into a scene from Quadrophenia. I had watched that film so many times and always wanted to go to one of those dark, packed little underground venues with everyone grooving and rockin out to dancefloor fillers that you just can't stand still to. And all of a sudden, here I was. It was happening.
It was just eleven but it was already busy and people were already dancing. And it just got busier and busier. I'm not sure how clubs manage to fill up without you noticing but suddenly you look round and its jam packed. All of a sudden it was heaving but rather than feel over-crowded it just added to the buzz. A throng of people sandwiched together shaking themselves to the tunes of yesteryear. But this was not a nostalgia trip. For a start no-one in the room could have been there first time round. This was just a group of people joined by a desire to dance to decent music.
And so I danced and I danced and I danced and then I had a breather and then I danced and then umm danced some more.
Pics will be uploaded as soon as i get em'.. Till then cheers.
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