The thing that I often think about now when looking back at it all is the sense that there was nothing in “adult life” that was a bridge from anarchic rave revelry. 

It‘s hard to get excited about splitting some wings at the sports bar after you’ve watched a hundred people around you having an ecstatic experience to music that felt like it was from 10 years in the future in an environment where people were consciously pushing back against the nickle-dime american culture of buying entertainment, however quixotic a battle it might have been.

I think that anyone who really had their skin in the game was indelibly marked by the experiences and have carried those memories forward, but it doesn’t really feel like there’s anywhere to … fit that puzzle piece into.

That nexus of art, sonic impact, clothing, shared community, sense of a social space that was truly a step away from the quotidian drudgery of having to constantly justify your existence by making money for some rich asshole … you saw how people could just bloom like flowers when they had the chance.

When you drift away from it, there’s nothing that clearly feels like another step in a meaningful, art-saturated existence with a little necessary cheeky rebellion. 

I just wish there were something there in our culture where it truly felt like those personal insights could actually build something.

hold tight all the ravers in the place

PLUR