I'm getting older which is inevitable but still whenever I hear a classic tune I just close my eyes and smile.
I'm 17 and flying high in the Eclipse. I just remember how good we had it. The raves and the early days
of the clubs were adult playgrounds and for many, we didn't want the ride to end.
I've been a closet geek for many years and have seen the Internet develop and change, rebrand and evolve. From the late 90's where early chat rooms were demonised and banned and programs like VPlaces
were subcultures in themselves. MSN messenger and ICQ chat were the popular forms of online chat only to
be now replaced Facebook and Twitter with even mySpace in decline just years after it peaked.
The worlds become a much smaller place, a world full of CCTV and old bill who are actually now clued up, a
world of smoking bans, little chavvy no mark's who think an appearance on Jeremy Kyle is good exposure
and people more concerned with facebook than shaking your hand. A culture of narcissism and
self promotion where as the Rave's were about people and emotion. Sharing the good times and connecting.
We live in a digital world which is awash with torrents, forums and communities but to anyone who remembers
the early days of trying to download old tunes off Napster when some rotter cut your download off at 98% will probably like me, cuddle your broadband modem each night and shudder at the thought of going back to dial up.
We have a lot to thank the Internet for and none more so than me as in late 2006 I had a Birmingham club
promoter contact me. Not only that, he trusted me enough to loan me his sisters original VHS video copy of the
Rag Market Rave from back in the day just so I could make a copy myself.
Totally unexpected. Total result. Priceless. Sincere thanks.
Proof that in a world which isn't short of pondlife and nutters, that there are still some cracking
people about. My sites have enabled me to relive my youth and enjoy some amazing experiences however
just shortly after meeting Liam Howlett in July 2009 and been privileged enough to get the opportunity to watch
The Prodigy perform from the side of the stage at Global gathering I opted to take some time out. To unplug
and work on other non music related projects but after all the nice emails I have received in that time; I have
decided to ease my way back online. I have reopened the original guestbook so please be sure
to drop by and throw up a comment or put a shout out to people.
I'm just a normal guy like so many who went to the Rave's. My main goal is help preserve accurate memories
from the magical age of rave in the same way Blue Peter buried a time capsule in the BBC garden. I'm trying to share memories for all to enjoy. Please note however if your one of the Internet 'self appointed' elite, sitting on the
moral 'rave high ground' acting like you had it better and more than anyone else while throwing repressed vinyl at old ravers like me and moaning about how MCs got in the way of the music. I suggest you 'click off' as it's plums taking things too serious that killed the rave scene in the form that many of us like to remember it as.
If you on the other hand you had some fun wobbling around warehouses, fields and clubs then 'God bless you'
and please accept my apologies that this sites a little random but I have tried to keep it as easy to navigate
as possible for the simple reason that half the people on here, like me probably can't even work the Sky TV remote and still talk about how much better KitKats were with the foil and wrapper.
To the free spirits, the kind hearted and silly happy people - be lucky.
Now as the chill out party host once said "My house is your house ...just wipe your feet on the way in"
''Live the life you love and love the life you live''