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palpable atmosphere

I can feel the thumping bass beating through my body. My eyes are wide, trying to take in every detail. The lights flicker, and above the crushing crowd the air is thick with fake smoke and the rising body heat. The bodies move in a hypnotic rhythm to the deafening beat, mouths open and eyes closed, singing through lazy grins with ecstatic abandon. I dance my way through, smiling at the people I pass, avoiding the ones who look as though they may pass out. I am greeted with happy faces, compliments and the occasional abuse from angry drunk boys. The smell of alcohol is overpowering, pouring from the hundreds of bodies packed into this club. It has dampened my senses, but I love the blanket it uses.

The song changes, and now the bass is deeper, slower, the voice that fills our ears much smoother, the back up singers suggestively breathy. And like a switch has been flipped, you see the dancing change. The girls go lower, the guys go slower, and the smiles dim into sexy smirks, all hips and subtle lip biting. The endorphins in this room are palpable, the connections concreting, rides home and a place to stay organized, during this one song. Someone should get the DJ a drink.

The song changes again, and it is alt, not for everyone. Many of the freshly formed couples leave the dance floor in search of a dark corner, the others meander in search of a drink or a friend, and the floor is left to the girls in flats and the guys in Vans. I stay and sway to the music. The singers voice is plaintive, the instruments unusual, acoustic, and loud. The surviving dancers smile at one another knowingly, enjoying the like-minded company. Our dancing style is different again. Arms are down, mellow, the movement is in the shoulders and the knees, almost drum and bass style. As the song tapers to a finish people will impulsively brave the gap, the no mans land, and speak to someone, complimenting their unusual taste and underground music knowledge.

Back at the bar there are friends doing shots, and bartenders acting unimpressed. I stay on the dance floor and dance, singing and laughing with the girls who rush back in to dance, shrieking ‘This is my song!!!


music and me

I love the joy that music can bring. That a smile widens with each click up on the volume dial. The secrecy of headphones, the fact that no one knows what you’re listening to and loving, whether it be the thumping, frenzied bass of Ministry of Sound or some mellow A Tribe Called Quest. I love the way that everyone loves something completely different, and that even that changes drastically with the vibe they’re feeling, what they’re doing, or what they’re thinking about. I love that we have a worldwide archive of what must be billions of songs, all written and sung by someone, at some point in time, somewhere.

Sometimes it seems like we’ll run out of melodies soon, and have to start from the beginning again and cycle, like the fashion industry. But I don’t think that will happen somehow. It seems like music is an ever changing beast, and although there may be a golden sequence that is reused again and again, there is always someone new with a completely fresh take on combining beats and harmonies, rap and jazz, in a way that no one ever imagined before. That creation process amazes me. How they get all those instruments and back up singers’ notes to come together and create a three minute song is unfathomable to me. So I take my hat off to all you musicians out there, with a sincerely heartfelt and grateful thank you. What would we do without you?

a wicked spell

Even through the haze of my mind I am able to understand that this moment is important. Ecstasy casts a wicked spell on my surroundings, pulling down the gossamer sheen that leaves everything just past caring, making colourless moments twinkle and shimmer with delight. I catch visions of smiling mouths, entwined kisses and always the constant, heaving surge of the crowd to the music, so like the swell of the waves that I am helpless, surrendering myself contentedly to its power. I close my eyes and lift my face to the rain, letting the glorious storm run down my face and into my open, wondrous mouth. A hand shimmies into my own, clutching at it, as though tugging me back to earth. Pulling myself easily from the joyful rain I look around, searching. I catch sight of the familiar shape of his smiling face and grin, the happiness swelling in my chest and throughout my stomach, erupting as I gather him to me and cover his face with frenzied kisses. He twists me around until my back is tight against his chest. Slipping his hands around my waist we begin to dance. A new beat begins, the new tentative notes delicately tripping through the lingering thump of the last song. We approve, the crush of people jumping and yelling as one as the beat drops and the new song washes over us like the rain from the tumultuous skies above.