[Feel free to ignore] unlimited navkat rave/music thread

[navkat]

I heard on the radio that this girl died from eating pop rocks and giving her boyfriend a blow job at the same time. 

[minuspace]

I heard on the radio that this girl died from eating pop rocks and giving her boyfriend a blow job at the same time. 

That is just patently false, however, the staph. thing was verified, or, I witnessed what seemed like a very convincing psychosomatic case (there might be some literature on the event?). It seems ludicrous but maybe it hitched a ride in the cutting agent?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The rave was revolutionary...speaking from the musical point of view.

Yeah, that part where the music goes BOOM BOOM BOOM is right up there with Duke Ellington.

[AFK]

The rave was revolutionary...speaking from the musical point of view.

Well, if you are referring to the physical motion of the physical record on the turntable, then you would be technically correct. 

If you are talking about the music being revolutionary in an artistic sense, uh, not so much. 

[LMNO]

Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field.
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is.
But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
And tell me when the spaceship lands cos all this has just got to mean something.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down.
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town.
Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is.
But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away.
Alright.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

Just keep on moving...
Everybody asks your name,
they say we're all the same and it's "nice one,"
"geezer"
but that's as far as the conversation went.
I lost my friends, I dance alone,
it's six o'clock, I wanna go home.
But it's "no way," "not today,"
makes you wonder what it meant.
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows,
and you want to phone your mother and say,
"Mother, I can never come home again, cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire."
Alright.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

What if you never come down?




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DikWW4pOehk

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

The rave was revolutionary...speaking from the musical point of view.

Dude, don't even get started here. It's like eating a bowl of metal spikes with a side of glass while listening to the sound of chalkboard robins screetching outside your window.

I'm glad I got to see the bits I did:  it re-booted my head for awhile and made me question things a little more closely instead of being happy to accept what society had chosen for me. Maybe it was just a vehicle for that which I was always capable but I'm glad it was there.

Also: people need people.

I agree with the bolded.

The distinction that I have been trying to make ITT is not that there is anything wrong with anyone's community of choice (there are some that are wrong, I will say that much; I don't think the KKK or the Tea Party leads to much positive enlightenment) but rather that there is nothing particularly elite about any of them. You find your enlightenment and your community in your local rave scene; I found mine in the local dialup BBS scene in 1989. Someone else might find theirs in archery club or the local Viking historical re-enactment group.

All of these are good. None of them are bad. My point is that none of them are inherently better than the others at helping their members achieve enlightenment, and I am deeply suspicious of any groups that claim they are.

Maybe that's a red herring, but I don't think it is. If we are still having this discussion, it means that something about one of our perspectives hasn't yet been conveyed clearly, so honestly, I'd like to keep talking until it is.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Dude, that's that flesh-eating shit, right?

I remember reading a shipment of cola to France once got infected w staph...  It actually started eating-off people's faces... 

Did you read it in an email forward?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I heard on the radio that this girl died from eating pop rocks and giving her boyfriend a blow job at the same time. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I heard on the radio that this girl died from eating pop rocks and giving her boyfriend a blow job at the same time. 

That is just patently false, however, the staph. thing was verified, or, I witnessed what seemed like a very convincing psychosomatic case (there might be some literature on the event?). It seems ludicrous but maybe it hitched a ride in the cutting agent?

You cannot be serious.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
Or just 20,000 people standing in a field.
And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is.
But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
And tell me when the spaceship lands cos all this has just got to mean something.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

Oh yeah the pirate radio told us what was going down.
Got the tickets from some fucked up bloke in Camden Town.
Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is.
But that's okay cos we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away.
Alright.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

Just keep on moving...
Everybody asks your name,
they say we're all the same and it's "nice one,"
"geezer"
but that's as far as the conversation went.
I lost my friends, I dance alone,
it's six o'clock, I wanna go home.
But it's "no way," "not today,"
makes you wonder what it meant.
And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows,
and you want to phone your mother and say,
"Mother, I can never come home again, cos I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire."
Alright.

In the middle of the night,
it feels alright,
but then tommorow morning.
Oh then you come down.

What if you never come down?




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DikWW4pOehk

funnily enough that song has being running around inside my head since page one of this thread 

[minuspace]

You cannot be serious.

I know, I can't say I want to stand behind that...  Happened to my friend, confirmed by a doctor.  There was also a French tekno song from the time entitled "stafilo-coke", however that may corroborate things.  I shit you not.

[East Coast Hustle]

I actually think I remember reading something about that, but I can't remember if that's because it was for real or because it was being debunked.

[minuspace]

Initial search homophony of stafil-o-coc seems suspicious...

[East Coast Hustle]

Google search turns up nothing, but it does turn up several cases of people contracting MRSA (the flesh-eating staph bacteria) via sharing coke straws, so if there was an outbreak in France among cocaine users that's probably the source rather than the cutting agent itself, though if it was cut with levamisole, anyone who had a levamisole-caused immune system crash would be incredibly susceptible to MRSA.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You cannot be serious.

I know, I can't say I want to stand behind that...  Happened to my friend, confirmed by a doctor.  There was also a French tekno song from the time entitled "stafilo-coke", however that may corroborate things.  I shit you not.

Since when does staph survive on cocaine?