Location: Unnamed Warehouse
DJs: Vyle, Mr. Bobby, Trancid, Livewire and more
Cost: Cocks 10, Cunts 5
Things I missed to be there: Mahjongg and Chew on This at Subterranean; Carnivale at the Cat Mafia HQ
Reason for going: Coz raves beat all (and I couldn't find the Cat Mafia HQ)
Sarah and I snuck in like champions, only to sneak out just as quickly.
"Wow, this is like a Hispanic high school dance."
I think she hit the nail with that remark. The crowd was mostly teenagers, and by half past midnight, the cops already knew the party was happening, the doorpeople were freaking out, and very few people were dancing. Guys with guys. Girls with girls.
When we got there, Mr. Bobby was spinning some new wave. I don't remember what the song was, but it sounded like shit. Not a bad song, but the amps were all stacked on one side of the room turned up so that the sound could travel across the warehouse, and there was no real part of the room where it sounded good. Couple that with the facts that it was hot as snatch and that we already knew we were getting laid and there was no reason to stay.
The one bright spot is seeing how many young cats from the young Hispanic community are into punk/goth shit and rave/dance shit at the same time. I think I'm going to really enjoy the scene that these kids create over the next few years.
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