Nuit Blanche started out as intensely irritating for me. Waiting for people to set up a sound system and then hunt for car keys is not my idea of fun. But once the trucks started rolling, it was GREAT.
Did you know that there are ravers in the world still/again? They’re different now, they appear to be more of a hybrid of raver/emo/goth/punk and they look awful funny to me. The music’s different too, it’s more main stream than I remember (not that I was a raver, not even close-I was too old back in the day and I am WAY too old now). My old friend James Hastings spun deep house, which I almost liked occasionally, but this is beeping and booping laid over top 10 hits from 1990. Well, whatever, the kids were up and dancing and having a great time and that’s all that matters.
I also spotted a Snug backpack which made me smile. How long has this guy been hanging on to that artifact?
Of course the littlest raver didn’t make it past 10.30pm, just as I’d predicted earlier.
I always marvel at little kids’ ability to sleep anywhere. The noise was amazing, not just the rave music, but the drummers were bashing away, people were leaning into my window to yell stuff at me every 2 minutes AND everyone was blowing cigarette smoke into the truck as they wandered past. Zzzzzz.
*Making boxes is a rave reference-think about how the kids dance and make square shapes with their hands/arms. It’s funny if you do it yourself, even just mime making boxes to a beat and you’ll laugh.
Big box, little box, big box, little box…
And take this box and put it over here, and take that box and put it over there, and this box here and that box there, here, there, here, there, herethereherethereherethere….
Oh man, I still have some SNUG artifacts packed away some place too. Toronto in the late 90′s, oh how I’ve missed you – and apparently want to hold onto you for as long as humanly possible.
Rats – we forgot to take pictures of that famously beautiful turkey