You can't rearrange internal organs with your giant pussykilling meatstick via the foot. Might be sort of practical actually.

Will Ferrell and Adam Sandler are like rotten moldy cheese, it's always the same shit.

Ah my bad, I was hardly paying attention. If I'd known that was his name in advance I wouldn't have been so confused, I just thought they were referring to the system as an artist. Duh.

Hmm must have been the timing of the four hot dogs. And the price of the fries, poutine, onion rings... beats Belle Province.

Jawohl.

So he has a friend who hangs out with him all the time without his shirt on? Did he really introduce him as his boyfriend? And the girl I guess is his bitch? Wow, it's totally unexpected that this guy is bi, I guess that's commendable, being out in the open about it, playing with your girlfriend's tits in front of people.

It's not very believable, the guy's taking the piss, if not he'd be stuck in front of his computer the whole time and have a hard time looking at the camera. It's either that or he's an attention whore. Whatever it is, too much work has been put into it and it's mostly really boring. WTF. I want my 15 minutes back.

You want it translated? It's a project that involves this DAIM system, which tracks his movements in 3d space. I dunno, it doesn't go into much detail really.

There's a place out east on Hochelaga called La Quebecoise that has pretty damned good poutine and an amazing hot dog deal that can't be beat. Steamés en hostie.

Yeah I've always wanted those guys with the shit-eating grins to actually do it.

When they're stuck to your tongue or what you ordered wasn't supposed to have tentacles, you have to sort of wonder...

Anyone ever try Taco Bull? What the fuck are they trying to prove there?

E causes twinkiness. You take too much of it and everything you say sounds like a condescending children's show for the simple-minded.

No they dance at raves, like towards them. Nobody can actually reach the rave, it's a Xeno's Paradox. You just keep reaching but you can't get to the rave, so you kind of dance at it.

I learned really quickly that I couldn't really produce under the names Esoterik (bad bad bad bad bad), Rogue, or Venetian Snares. Seriously. I thought of that one first. It just came to mind. He's such a biter.

Words I learned from raving, mostly regrettably.

Hooping. (Usually accompanied by "My anus is bleeding!" "YAAAAY!")
Twinkies. (Wow there are sure a lot of twinkies.)
Princeton Thigh Fucking. (Kinda like sex but safer.)
"Body massage? Body massage? Anybody want a body massage?" (Kids: What did that guy just say to us?)
Pedophiles and Pederasts. (Go Dr. Trance!)
Rufies. (Don't knock em, just get knocked out, or up!)
Rave mimes. [ www. ]
E-friends (phone numbers of people you would never normally hang out with)
Candy flipping. (E+Acid)
Hippy flipping. (E+Shrooms)
AK-47. (Acid+K)
The expression "you win the rave!".
Yurts.

I dunno.

Otherwise UR MR GAY.

Pootube. I'm starting pootube. If there's a youporn there's gotta be a pootube.

I'm going to think this one over while the replies come in. I'm just wondering what everyone's worst food experiences have been in Montreal, I think it's way more interesting. Food poisoning, instant vomiting, chewy bits, too many tentacles, too much shit in the pissing beef balls, etc.

I don't know, why you're not there
Give you my love but you don't care
What is right, what is wrong?
Give me a sign...

BTW I personally could never relate to Dutch guys in suit outfits explaining really gay-ass club moves to swanky jazz music. Something got lost in the translation. Don't hear anything in the entire thing about raves, some loser just posted it on Pootube that way.

Hmm... I should start Pootube. I'm German, we love Scheisse.

Aussi, Vanessa Paradis... mais c'est pas vraiment sa voix.

Outta Toronto on HMCR, I present Crushkill:
[ www.myspace.com ]
Of course you guys probably have heard of Crystal Castles:
[ www.myspace.com ]

and there's that Pwntendo track by Venetian Snares which is sick as fuck.

More on chiptunes on wiki: [ en.wikipedia.org ]
Of course the kings are Hiro Tanaka, Nobuo Uematsu, Yoshihiro Sakaguchi (Mega Man 1 and 2!!!), and the legendary Koji Kondo, who influenced generations with the Mario theme songs.

I used to print out documents on Heath Ledger. It was the best 11 by 17 ever.

This thread is ESL citie [sic].

Banquise all the way.

Originally Posted By RUSSIAN.DANCE
I'm so happy Beth Gibbons, Leonard Cohen and TOM WAITS

This Friday, January 25th

The Miasma and Abient Editions present

BLOW YR FRIGGIN BRAINS OUT! (aka the party named in great haste!)

An eclectic night of music to inspire cerebral implosion, starting with short experimental duets from 10 - 12 by:

JONATHAN BOLES & STEVE MCFARLAND: traps vs. turntables
CHRIS STRICKLAND & ERIN SEXTON (aka Aircraft): guitar vs. homespun electronics
ESTHER BOURGES & GORDON ALLEN: turntables vs. trumpet

followed by, from midnight to 5am:
MARCHÉ NOIRE aka BLACK MARKET: yachtstep to drum and bacon
GANT DE PUISSANCE aka POWERGLOVE: straight up brake whore madness
TêTE DE POISSON aka FISHEAD: virtuoso beatjugger extraordinaire
MITHRA aka um... MITHRA: fascinating and intricate IDM gnome wwwyzzerdd
DENT DE TRONçONNEUSE aka CHAINSAWTOOTH: industrial breakbeat madness

(Les mauvaises traductions sont toujours drôles, alors je ne m'inquete pas si quelqu'un prend ça mal, desolé que vous êtes cons et ne comprennent pas mes blagues. Non je ne vais pas traduire le texte en haut, je suis trop vedge.)

Location: just downstairs from Nice Music, 435 Beaubien, 2nd floor.

ROAR, WHAM, STFU, IMHO, NOOB, etc.

I worked, and had absolutely no problem. And I didn't sleep all weekend. Funny thing, the dishwasher just got fired for taking out his laptop in the middle of a busy streak at work and surfing the interweeb. He literally opened up the laptop on the kitchen counter and had it on some bizarre Hong Kong casino game or something. Made me think how funny it would be to try to go on [ rave.ca ] at work.

BURGER BITCH! Fucking gold.

Burgerless ass motherfucking burger king.

The Ghostbusters were pretty gay, crossing streams? Man, that's a one man job, when you start crossing streams with your friend drinking each other's jizz is right around the corner.

Boring.

If any of you watched the horribly insipid tour video for this, it seems that the Macbook Air is a gimmicky extra-large iPod designed for people who

Depravity was always part of the parties I used to go to, and debauchery was the whole point in a lot of cases. To deny the connection between drug culture and rave culture is sort of pointless. Every countercultural movement found its nexus in rave culture, and it was common at one point to see full on fetish gear side by side with camo fatigues and candy funfur. A friend of mine told me orgies were far more common throughout the early 90s, and it was equally common for there to be sketchy crimes like knifings, shootings, muggings, rape, all sorts of bad shit, before the advent of harm reduction directed at raves (ie DanceSafe, TRIP, Erowid).

As for drug use, I respect the choice not to do drugs, because I value my sobriety, but getting all in a huff over the cultural significance of the entheogenic side of the somewhat ritualized group peak experience is a little ignorant. It's like Bill Hicks said, if you have a problem with drug users then throw out all your favourite records because the people who made them were rrrrreally fucking high. Yeah yeah yeah, I'm going to get all you straightedgeys getting sand in your vaginas about how I'm not representing your mother's style of party, but yes, people love to do drugs at raves. They always did. It got better in some respects and worse in others.

However ecstasy culture was the reason for '88 (the summer of love, to ravers) being all about love, ketamine was legal all through the 80s into the 90s and was hugely influential across the map, although rarely mentioned in music, heroin started the ambient scene back in Amsterdam (I have to look up the name of the club but this is according to a very well-researched article in Wire UK), acid and psy trance go hand in hand, and I don't want to comment on the influence of crystal meth because I'm sure to open a shitstorm of debate about it, but yes, it was huge in most scenes I knew, and had a lot to do with the general tendency for people to conform to their genre-cliques (ie Jib makes you want to ASSIMILATE). PLUR is a nice idea I guess but done to death. Plus I'm pretty positive it was stolen from hip-hop, believe it or not.

There is a lot of idealism concerning the past, and a lot of people talking about how this or that or the other thing ruined parties. This is sort of a misrepresentation as well. The way I see it, there have always been good parties and bad parties, and a good thing never lasts forever. Usually what ends up dying out is one subculture or another, or people move on, as I have many a time, and find that they don't get the same thrills any more from the way it used to be, or the way it feels now. As Poisoned Candy aptly pointed out, it is common to start to feel like you're not having as much fun as you originally did because of the lack of novelty. I propose that the solution is to make sure your parties are actually going to be fun. Like, provide a lot of entertaining things in an evening, invest in decorations (many of you do decorations I don't even like but hey, it shows effort, soul, integrity if you will), try setting themes, perhaps make the entire party have some whimsical twist to it, throw it in a really different spot, etcetera.

The scene you used to know will always be dead. There is only the now, and the scenes are not more important than the individuals within. That's life. Seasons change, tides ebb and flow, you know, it's just never going to be 96 again.

Well I am on [ rave.ca ] talking about how I think the word is being applied to pretty much any all-night electronic music event without discretion...

If it's just that raves have changed, then go ahead, call it a rave. I guess there are small raves too... It used to take a lot of preparation and determination to get to a rave, to stay there, to be able to deal with the swarms of people, and after years of enduring these overcrowded parties nobody I knew wanted to associate at all with raving anymore. As of 2000 everyone I knew in the rave scene was just calling them parties. The word became pretty heat as well, it was like waving a beacon to the police telling them that there were drugs on the premises.

This is what I knew as an old schooler and the people I know from back then all laugh at the idea that the word still goes around. Many people set out to be as different from the consistently sketchy scene that had become rave over time, and we worked on fostering a community around the party throwing. There were some people who went very sustainable culture oriented, others who were just about the squat mentality and protest, and others still who felt it was best to play the game like the rest of the music promoters out there. It became a political split, and it was often associated with the music involved. This isn't to say that people stopped putting on raves, it's more I feel that the spirit and ideology was transforming for some, others got influenced, but hadn't really done their homework, leading into the same traps over and over again.

I still feel like everyone who had their roots in rave culture will carry that over into anything they do, but I strongly feel that the newer generations are getting a raw deal. Looking at your "rave" as an event just like any other opens up the possibilities, so that you realize you're doing your own thing.

There's a Paul's Boutique in Kensington Market in Toronto that sells synths and guitars... but that's not what he was looking for.

Can we eat the cats afterwards? I've always wanted to know what ALF found so appealing.

Just hearing the word Rave makes me cringe, and I live with Noah... I can't believe anyone can still call these tiny parties we see these days raves. Raves were, at the height of their popularity, huge, huge things with thousands upon thousands of people.

Doing any sort of research on the rave scene, as it was, should be research on the TAZ, Spiral Tribe, A Guy Called Gerald, even further back to Madchester... there's nothing to see here anymore. It's like doing a documentary on the Viet Nam war but going and filming the footage now.

It's spelled RESPEK, innit.

I'm telling you, quit listening to dubstep now... twelvestep program. The first step is to admit you have a problem. The next stage is anger when you realize that BURIAL SUCKS!

You ever reach plateau sigma from jerking off? It's like at orgasm 13... you have to train with heroin and calisthenics.

I don't know, it's kind of like, it's disgusting but somehow people do it. Kitschiness equivalent to... I dunno...

This is really entertaining. Not the part with the guy shaking his limp dick around after cooking up, just the fact that anyone cares.

I thought you just stand there and bob your head, while trying not to fart too much.