Ravin’ and Puttin’, A DJ’s-eye-view of Nor-Cal’s all-ages dance music scene — anyone for miniature golf? (Thanks to Amy for the link.)
Sperling attributes the shrinking of the all-ages party circuit partly to its high turnover rate. “As people grow out of raves — and you can see this with magazines like URB, too — they don’t respect them anymore,” he says. “What I don’t like is that once they move on, they get jaded and suddenly they’re too cool for school. When they did it they thought it was great, but once they get over it they look down on it.”
He pauses and then adds, “Maybe my outlook would be different if I wasn’t doing this for a living.”
I have to disagree with Sperling: the rave community has always had a high turnover rate. People burn through the community in a year or two, and have been getting jaded and frustrated since the early ’90s. Hell, when I started raving in 1996, people were telling me, “raving is over.” Hell, when I was editing Lotus in 1998, I wrote about turnover. Turnover is NOT why the rave community is dwindling. If you ask me, it’s dwindling for three reasons:
1. Authorities caught on
2. The national social atmosphere has shifted
3. That’s the natural lifecycle of party cultures
That said, it’s an interesting article. It’s ironic that to read about the dusk of raving in the same paper that exactly one year ago wrote about Moontribe.
Oh, and I adore this quote:
So what gives? How can a scene both flourish and flounder at the same time? Maybe raves are like venereal disease: You only think about them when you have the bug. Once a raver clears it up — that is, she turns 21 and can get into clubs — she tries to forget her embarrassing past as soon as possible.
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dori
June 3rd, 2004 at 7:25 am
i’m amazed it’s still going on at all, to be honest! dunno - i was around before all that ‘fat pants, plastic beads and pacifiers’ stuff. i was sort of amazed when that became the norm, and the kids kept getting younger and younger (and honestly, nothing freaked me out more than a high school kid fucked up on hard drugs, and despite any arguments to the contrary (i.e. “it’s about the music! PLUR!”) drugs were a huge huge part of it). i stopped when i felt like it was beyond just being a unique person going to a unique event where unique things happened and became just another place where people in uniforms did the exact same thing over and over again. who needs that? that’s what jobs are for.
Matt
June 3rd, 2004 at 1:26 pm
Oh me oh my - perhaps it’s just about getting old. Some of the crap that passes for dance music these days makes me want to tear out what little hair I’ve got left. In the UK, raves got stamped on very hard by the police and then the superclubs grew up in their place - tedious corporate hangars like the MOS where all the nasty old stereotypes that raves had banished returned - dress codes, posers and gangsters. Coincidentally, around that time (1996-ish) the music started to disappear up its own arse.
leblanc
June 3rd, 2004 at 3:39 pm
the one though I had is that the author never suggests that what’s going on is not that raves are dying or people aren’t going to them anymore - what’s happening (at least here in the Bay Area) is that they’re reverting to the way they were before: non-descript warehouses in the middle of nowhere and with only a few hundred to 1000 people showing up, max. the fact is that they got *sooooo* popular that even yuppies were going because it was so “cute” to dress up in rainbows and do drugs, not because of the music or the community, and people were throwing 10,000 person events, and now that it’s kind of waned in that respect, the general public figures “it’s over”.
it’s not over. it just went back underground.
just like disco.
Tumbleweed
June 3rd, 2004 at 3:41 pm
Hey, I could go for some miniature golf. The only local place I know of is way down in Tukwila, though.
Broch
June 3rd, 2004 at 4:41 pm
Having long left the rave culture behind in 1991, I understand a little bit about the nostalgia of it all, but looking back at my early twenties, it was all a blur. With the current post-rave chill scene, we still reminisce about the old times, but much prefer today. I guess that the 30’s will do that for you.
Tumbleweed
June 3rd, 2004 at 5:00 pm
That’s the beauty of miniature golf - you’re never too old or uncool!