Decisions, decisions.

PS: One amusing aspect of the rave community is the need to name EVERYTHING. This includes any gathering of two or more people (”Together as One: A brunch at Denny’s,” “Motherboards & Motherloads: A stoner computer gathering at Todd’s,” and “Wasted: The houseparty to end all college kegger/raver houseparties.”), every conceivable style of music (subfunk, nu-NRG, hard house, intelligent dance music, stupid dance music, terrorcore, garridge, etc), and dance styles (I am guilty of this…if I still had a scanner, this would be a link to a photo series of me doing something called the “kickstep” in 1997).

It makes sense really: when your life revolves around parties, music, and dancing, it’s helpful to be able to describe the nuances. But after a while all the Unities, Imaginations, Believes, WhateverTribes, and Synchronicities blend together. That said, best rave name ever? Hunt For Rave October. HA! I didn’t go, but I laughed.