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Apparently the post-irony thing has caught up with "dancing at warehouses," at least in the PNW, and the cool kids are going out and calling it "raving" again. Even drug-free, which is the way to be or something. Diet Red Bull is not a drug. So yeah. Saturday I went to Re-Bar where there was some loud detroit techno shit going down, then headed to TRUST, at the Artificial Limb Company space. As soon as I got to the dancefloor I was like OMFG I CAUGHT THE PLUR. It's not enough to have good music, although that definitely helps. But you must also have the small sweaty space crammed with ravers who are capable of dancing without bumping into people. (This, btw, is a skill that 99% of people at any other show do not have, and I have therefore started elbowing people at these shows in question.)

So yeah. Good times. Something else that was lacking in my life last year that I will absolutely work on.

How I got into Spiritualized:
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So in short I'd been excited for 11 months about the new tour, and excited for 4 months about this show specifically, with really high hopes, to put it mildly. I listened to the first 3 albums (we try to pretend the next two didn't happen) and some Spacemen 3 stuff and then the new album Sunday afternoon, prefunking etc.

Left just in time to get great Standing Spots near the stage, 10 minutes before scheduled on-time, the band was of course fashionably late, but whatever. He opened up with a Hendrix-style "Amazing Grace" with the guitar pedals and wah-wah and everything, and I was like FUCK YEAH. After a few songs I moved even closer, so I could see the sweat dripping off his forehead, and get a good look at his shiney shoes. I did watch the other performers, they were On as well. The bassist, oh my god. There's nothing like standing on the floor in the center of a concert and feeling the bass rattle your ribcage.

Beyond the fucking amazing shredding going on onstage, there were some really amusing characters pushed up front with me. There was one really skinny tall guy - well, several, but this one kept talking to me. Some weird couple in front of me that stood stock still the whole time, except when I came into their range of comfort, at which point the girl would give me stare of death. So Seattle. And there was one guy who has Martin Gore hair styled into a mohawk - and one drunk as hell hesher-type who cracked me the fuck up, and we moshed together.

They played like three Spacemen songs - most of the audience totally didn't know them - and while there were five or so new ones, the rest were classics. Good mix, I wonder if he went back because he felt like being in that place, or if he wanted to re-engage the audience after such a long break. Either way, whatever, it fulfilled all my very high expectations. The music he does is about "the spaces between" and that really came across last night.

I have a theory on dancing. I mean going to clubs or raves and dancing, not like ballroom or whatever. My theory is that the people who aren't having any fun are the ones that actually look good dancing, and vice versa.

I pretty much tend to fall in the latter category, but once in a while I try really hard to look like I know what I'm doing. I don't know if it works or not, since I don't really care all that much. I'm the kind of person who'll be the first one on the floor before a live act says "Come on, people, get out and dance!" I have no trouble doing this alone, or with one other friend or more.

However, I have serious problems dancing with boys. I suppose it goes back to high school when I'd just dance in a group of girls at school dances, and then at clubs pretty much continued this behavior. I don't really think my female friends are any better at dancing than I am, but for some reason it doesn't really bug me. I sometimes think "Oh god is she doing the Axl Rose?" but that usually only lasts a second. Whereas when even one of the group is a male, invariably he is a terrible dancer and I can't focus on anything else. This has only not been the case once, but then he was so good I still had to watch him dance. (Especially as he was fairly overweight.)

So in order to dance with men, they either have to be reasonable dancers or just doing that bump'n'grind shit. (Do the kids still call it that? I dunno. Before the 90s we called it Dirty Dancing, of course.) Or I just have to be too out of it to notice.

Current Music: 764-hero - weekends of sound

Today I described myself as an "aesthetic hedonistic minimalist techno-geek." I suppose that's not far from accurate. Except that leaves out my travel fetish.

What do you call someone with a travel fetish? Aside from a backpacker that is. I don't mind the backpacker life, except that I already tend to travel with friends, so have little desire to meet fellow travelers. I think I'd lean more towards the jet-set society than the backpackers. Because, you know, the former tend to bathe more regularly, dress a little nicer, and know how to use a razor (that's my aesthetics coming back again - I like to be surrounded by beautiful things).

( Some sex talk coming up. )

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I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

But these perks are beyond the point.

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