The dark night dawns with the rising of the moon and
the setting of the sun. The hazy city slowly begins to shake
itself awake as the windows and streetlights gradually pour their
illumination into the dark surrounding air. The fragile twinkle
of the stars above is no comparison to the artificial flickering
of the city in its full, diamond studded attire. And as the glorious
moon rises to her full hieght to observe her glorious kingdom,
we escape from our lonley crevasses, which protect us from the
blazing sun's poisonous rays, to join as one and chase our queen's
moonbeams to whatever adventures lay ahead...
Clutching the sweaty money eagerly in my hand, I move forward
in the line inwhich i've found myself. It is an incredibly warm
summer evening, and though it's almost eleven o'clock at night,
Los Angeles surrounds me with many forms of life. Traffic roars
past me into the neon labyrinth of the city, and many pedestrians
can be seen picking their way through the complex web of sidewalks
and sidestreets. As I move closer to the door of the ancient
brick building I am about to enter, a sudden blast of bass fills
the air, makes the building shudder, and prickles my entire being
into an electric excitement. The bass is given life, and the
hardsounds of music drift out towards us from the interior of
the building, teasing us like the aromatic scent of a bakery.
The rave has begun! I look around at the other excited people
which form the line I am currently apart of. Never will one see
such a dverse group of unique individuals as one will see at
a rave. Kandekids, junglists, house headz, the rich and the poor,
fill the sidewalk. The unification of the masses under one roof...amazing!
How often do peaple gather together in peace to celebrate somthing
I approach the bouncer and hand him my money. A quick look around
tells me that a lack of female security guards will keep me from
getting searched. "God, I love being a girl," I think
to myself as I slip past the watchful bouncer's and into the
rave. Hot, stagnant air stained with the smell of sweat and various
types of smoke, hits my body like a wall. circular chairs and
tables, occupied by well-worn looking souls guarding water and
thier incapacitated friends, appear out of the mist being spewed
forht by fog machines. I make my way towards the back of this
first room, which i soon discover isn't really a room at all
(due to the fact that it's lacking speakers and a DJ) but an
"entryway". A bar is located on the back wall of the
entryway, directly facing the front door through which I had
come. Large mirrors panel the walls and rather low ceiling, reflecting
distorted images of all they bore witness to.
To my left is an extremely large doorway, through which many
people come and go. beyond this is a relatively small room, equipped
with many large speakers and a dancefloor highlighted by lasers
and strobe lights. The DJ and his tables were placed at the head
of the room, commanding us to dance with his smooth jungle beat.
A fan placed within an open window is the omly form of fresh
air in this room, and people flock to it like flies.
To my right is another doorway, which is currently emmitting
a powerful house beat. I am hypnotized by the music, and drawn
into this room. It is bigger than the jungle room, and much more
crowded, as well. Placed against the front wall of this room
is huge wall of speakers about 5 feet in lenght and 8 feet high.
The wall opposite the doorway has a small stage, next to which
on the floor is the second DJ and his tables. The back of the
room is lined with venders selling glo-sticks, beaded necklaces,
water, and sno-cones. Promoters can be seen weaving their
way through the bouncing crowd, doing their best to pass out
flyers to those who will accept them without stepping on all
the E-tards stuck to the floor.
I make my way back to the entryway in search of the people I
came with. I find them sitting at one of the low circular tables,
fanning eachother with flyers and discussing what appears to
be a "serious" matter. They spot me, and their faces
light up. One of them, Shannan, gets up from the table, and strools
over to me. "Nada," she shouts over the beat,"Will
you help me find some pills?"
"Well", I reply, feeling a bit of my evil side kicking
in,"only if you help me find some L."
"Okay, that sounds fair," she says.
So we make our second round of the party and within 10 minutes
we both find what we are looking for. After wishing her happy
birthday, I kiss her forehead and let her loose into the crowd.
The bittersweet taste of liquid still staining my senses, I meander
back into the house room, where I feel most at home. The beat
is bumbin and so is the crowd. I walk over to the DJ to see for
myself who the genius is responsible for this mindsweeping music.
I do not recognize him, but I do recognize the chick standing
next to him with a VIP pass strung around her neck. She sees
me, and smiles as I walk over towards her. "Hey, Natalie,"
I say into her ear,"who's mixing right now?"
part 2 coming soon !!