This reminds me the summer of the year 1999, at a small town in Japan, where David Bowie became a serial murderer and a guy with a crazy and cool hair and a marine biologist with a thing for dolphins stopped him
ahh takes me back to the days when you paid £15 for 1/8th hash...amazing now its 25 for an oz hash or 25 for 1/8 weed. ash sux now
Sadly, albums like this marked the end of something, not the beginning.
It was the end of a generation and movement that saw people using word of mouth, telling epic clubbing stories and chatting excitedly about new music. It marked the end of clubnights that could pack out 2000+ people every weekend without any effort. It marked the end of a genre of music that had pure creativity, soul and passion at its core. It marked the end of people being able to stay in a club all night without anyone getting their phone out, checking Facebook and aimlessly recording something that's supposed to have you locked in the moment, not recording for bragging rights. It marked the end of the entire club being able to stay indoors without being forced outside to smoke...the way that changed a dance floor dynamic is irreversible. You simply can't move as a collective and share the entire journey when half of the venue are outside smoking. It marked the end of epic, 8 hour long sets. It marked the end of a crowd not obsessing over the technology being used but rather the quality of the music.
We'll never, ever have times as good as this back. So I'm rather fucking glad I was about to be in the thick of it and enjoy it fully. What a time to have been alive.
Driving down a freeway at 4:00am.
It's empty, no cars in sight, and the faint glimmer of the Sun's subtle light can be seen on the Horizon.
Going at a cool 60mph, you feel intensely euphoric and want this moment to last forever.
Then, Cups starts to play.