I love the old skools because they try so hard to preserve something they believe in, and because of how their eyes light up when they recall to me the scene when it was something adventurous, intriguing, and new.
I love the newbie 'first timers' who hover near the walls and watch wide-eyed and overwhelmed at the ocean of party kids spilled out and pulsing across the floors; I love how they gush when I give them a candy bracelet, and how they blush when I assure them they owe me nothing but a smile in return.
I love the jungle kids who tear up the floor with bold moves, and I love how fiercely they defend their ideals that focus be on the music and the dancing, their worship of the DJ, their disregard for chemical excess, the way their tough exterior can't always hide an inner love and joy for physical and musical expression.
I love the candykids who wear their happiness and generousity like some proud badge of honor; I love the delight they take in blowing up others, or even just making them smile; I love the detail and creativity of their homemade bracelets, the selflessness in their handouts, and the way they uphold the concepts of PLUR with such seriousness inspite of their playful natures.
And especially I love every raver who never dropped into an immediate catagory, the real people who defy classification and scoff others' attempts at judgement. I love every badass jungle boy who found himself caught in a fit of uncontrollable laughter; I love every candygirl who raged or wept or beat her fists against what she couldn't change; I love every kid at a party who DARED wear straight-leg pants!
You all have my love. You all have my respect.
~*~ Ashke ~*~
I love the newbie 'first timers' who hover near the walls and watch wide-eyed and overwhelmed at the ocean of party kids spilled out and pulsing across the floors; I love how they gush when I give them a candy bracelet, and how they blush when I assure them they owe me nothing but a smile in return.
I love the jungle kids who tear up the floor with bold moves, and I love how fiercely they defend their ideals that focus be on the music and the dancing, their worship of the DJ, their disregard for chemical excess, the way their tough exterior can't always hide an inner love and joy for physical and musical expression.
I love the candykids who wear their happiness and generousity like some proud badge of honor; I love the delight they take in blowing up others, or even just making them smile; I love the detail and creativity of their homemade bracelets, the selflessness in their handouts, and the way they uphold the concepts of PLUR with such seriousness inspite of their playful natures.
And especially I love every raver who never dropped into an immediate catagory, the real people who defy classification and scoff others' attempts at judgement. I love every badass jungle boy who found himself caught in a fit of uncontrollable laughter; I love every candygirl who raged or wept or beat her fists against what she couldn't change; I love every kid at a party who DARED wear straight-leg pants!
You all have my love. You all have my respect.
~*~ Ashke ~*~