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techno rave

And yes, as a matter of fact, I DO believe that all techno is inherently annoying, thanks, especially when I have to listen to it against my will. But I guess I shouldn't complain about nonstop circuit clone music; it's so liberating, after all...

Even I cant see listening to techno all day. I grew up in the lesser cowlands (which ironically means "land of more cows"), where the only radio stations around were classic rock, hair band top 40, and country. When I got to college, I listened to strictly alternative. Then I moved home, and listened mainly to my cds which I had bought during my year and a half at State.

When I finally moved away again, I was thrilled to finally be in a town with real musical diversity, and I ate it up, working for a commercial college station. But, there again, I was bombarded all my waking moments by college music, which down deep isn't all that diverse.

I was seeking something completely different. And I found techno. House. Anything with driving rhythm and repetition. And, in my life outside of college, and outside of work (which was college), I needed something completely different.

And there it was.

There's more to this story
than I'm letting on...

I'll return to this again, after my afternoon in hell.
***
I'm back from Hell. I'm visiting again tomorrow, but back to the story.

I immersed myself in the other world which was techno. I learned all the popular club groups, versed myself in the latest mixes (and which to avoid). I did listen in the car, occasionally, because techno music is great for driving fast on the open highway (which, if you're in school in Athens, there's lots of).

But, when I moved back here, I came back to reality with more of a weak appreciation of it than a love. Don't get me wrong, I'm really not sick. I got back to listening to an eclectic mix. Back to the alternatives I'd been listening to (and walking over) for so long.

I appreciate good techno when I'm out at the clubs, but I also discovered in SF, good friends and good mixes of those same alternative favorites are more wonderful than any sweaty midwestern shirtless fag bar (or a wannabe NYC bar like Pulse, which in my opinion was more parody than flattery.) Mucho thanks to Todd, Robey, Thew, and Walt for dragging my ass to the Stud on that Tuesday night. (Sidenote: Seeing the object of my teen lust fawning over a drag queen was a perfect end to my perfect evening, even if seeing said drag queen give another guy head on stage was not.)

Ok, this has gone in a completely other direction so I'm done now.

Comments

'strictly alternative' - do you realize how accurate this phrase is? not in the sense that you listened to it strictly, but more in that the scene is so fascistically orthodox. i just thought you'd think it was ironic like i did.

Somebody have been reading Otherstream recently.

Techno/house/dance, etc, etc, is schweet in a club with the right atmosphere. Never was big on it in a car, on the radio... or anywhere at a low volume, really.

The one club I actually enjoyed around here -- Glow -- bit it a while back.

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