Rave on!
Dance music. Through out my late teens and early twenties, you’d often find me bouncing about in a field somewhere in the south-west of England, dancing like a gurning loon to techno at some illegal rave.

I hate all that dance music stuff, I’ve never liked it. Who on earth cares is ‘James Brown is still alive or dead’ or if Carl Cox can play 3 record players at the same time. And as for the ‘legal’ raves…. Why on earth put on the flyer ‘30043k sound system’ – once monged, it might have well been played on a Goodmans midi hi-fi.

The only reason I went, was that loads of my mates were into it, the whole scene, drugs were a massive part of it and they’ve never really been my bag. I’m one of life’s drinkers who enjoyed the occasional smoke, but to fit in, the weak willed Mullered would partake of half a wrap of speed and look like he’s enjoying himself.

Thankfully, the group I hung about with (and still hang about with) discovered the joys of alcohol after a few years and then they discovered I was right all along, and then they fitted in with me. Indie, rock, indie, rock, indie.

Stussy t-shirt and white gloves anyone?

Mullered
Who can’t believe how easily led he was to ‘fit in’ with something he hated.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 16:05, 1 reply)

What have you done to them?
I hope you're very happy with your now uninteresting friends.
(donkeysoup Was last seen on, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 16:30, closed)