dclarke400

Ekraus, Party on my friend. Let thy glowstick set the free. ------------------

Wizard your right that everyone is going to have their own opinion. That's a given. And people do go out and find what they're looking for. Most of those who stop, do so b/c they're no willing to pay for a party when more fun would be had by listening to it on their own b/c the crowd is better. Why hasn't the old scence come back? B/C it can't think of all the promoters that threw all those parties. They've pretty much been black balled. Either b/c they come with the whole drug association or b/c the club owners won't let them throw parties like they were back them, they weren't money makers. They'll hand them 3 comps and be like call your people. My friend threw a party at the Tunnel a couple months ago and even he left the club. Promoters now aren't given the option of really running the show and setting up the party they're given a reduced list at the door. But don't worry all those pro Capatalist America cause this is the end of my part in this whole topic. You'll soon see what a Cap America really means. Enjoy. ------------------

I love the fact that the assumption is that I'm ana ncient person still trying to hold on to my glory days of the past. Eventhough I'm all of 23, I feel 30-something when I'm out lately because I'm surrounded by a bunch of kids or yuppies trying to play catchup. Sorry but Dad House isn't sending me rushing to the door with my $20 held proudly over my head. If you got what I wrote you'd see that I was speaking about a time, not too long ago, when it was about the music, not the money. I'm not interested in hearing old house from the past, but there is a big difference between its creation and that of now. Any DJ can spin fluff, but only a few can actually make you feel the music, which makes you feel higher than any drug can reproduce. That's why old farts like me are heading underground b/c there are people actually creating, creative music, music you can feel, but DJ's can't get paid for that so they now pack up the bars. On any given weekend you can travel along the city and go from place to place and hear the exact same thing. The exact same way. With a bunch of people who don't have a clue to what they're listening to. It's just so cool to be in the club in the first place. And I'm sorry if you think that a doorman can't tell the difference between someone who gets it and who doesn't. I can see a glowstick weilder a mile away. I've yet to meet one who really gets it an is not out for the show. ------------------

The other night I got together with some friends that I used to party with and as I looked around all I could ask is what happened to us. My answer was nothing happened to us, because we are all in search for that great party from the past that we miss so much. Half of the group have given up and won't venture out anymore. I find that all of a sudden we're bar people. This didn't used to be so. A couple years ago I could never be found in a bar, maybe I meet someone outside of one on the way to a club, but know the later is really entered. My boy Liquid was reminiscing of the old days at USA, when the night was about the music. Where we never saw a glow stick and the doormen were actually picky. There were weird occassions of actually paying to get in and the price never exceed $10. Drink tickets were given out by the handful and the overall feeling was this was about the music and not the money. There used to be clubs that cared about getting good Dj's and setting the mood for a crowd of people who new about the music and came out to enjoy it. After USA the Tunnel was the party, but the crowd started to change at that point. We'd only go on gay night just so we didn't have to deal with these new partiers. Crowded rooms became all to regular and that no problems no beef atmosphere was gone. At points I think someone should have jumped on the mike and scream out Rave is very dead. It came to the point that I would leave a club 20 mins after getting there and not caring that I just paid $20 to get in. When JV started spinning at Systems on Wed. nights, we all felt like maybe it's not over after all. Yeah the crowd was very small but it was filled with true club heads. There could not have been a lot of money made by JV for those parties and our respect for him as a DJ was grew, but he soon fell off too. To be in college, in PA, and have these beyond suburbians pumping Junior and heading off to the Tunnel and the Twilo, cut my ties to my old world and any hope of the scene turning around was lost. We all tried to find salvation in lounges and underground parties, but they've been blown up with all those articles about star sightings. For 2 months last year I found a little happiness in the Sat party at Roxy's. Even though overpriced, Victor Claderone, made it worth it, but the Chelsea boy, though friendly, didn't cut it. I'm probably the only one left that still holds out hope that a good party will emerge like way back when, but as time moves on I'll be joining you at the bar. ------------------