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I should preface this by saying that I had an a great time at MEAT vs. Death Guild. I really need to go out more often; I miss dancing. I realized last night that "I don't have the time" is really bad reasoning on my part. The emotional benefits far outweigh the returns on much of the stuff I am doing instead.
I kinda wish I knew more folks, so I have people to talk to when I am taking a cooling down break, but Ninja-san (Chris) and Ari were there, and I got a bit of time with them.
Ari got me thinking a bit about premise (punchline?) of Bellwether, as it applies to micro-cultures. She made a comment about wanting to make a calendar of blond(e) goths, and as I looked around I noted that damn, there were a lot of platinum heads in the room. I don't know that there is a shift of iconic goth/industrial imagery to include blondes, but there it was, and I was one of them.
Preface over, time for the rant:
People who dance at clubs while holding their drinks just suck.
People who do so at an industrial club? What the fuck? This is not passive, just bend the knees music! This is stomping, arms swinging, lose yourself in the noise music!
There are like 12 of us flaily-stompy folk somehow working the brownian probabilities and not hitting each other or anyone else who is actually dancing. Then two drink-holding nutwads, who essentially are just doing the dj-nod, place themselves in middle of the floor! All the collective, subconscious, stochastic modeling that has gone into moving fluidly on the crowded floor suddenly fails.
And this must have been a pretty robust process, as it seemed to accept all sorts of other factors:
The woman in full upper torso brace, who danced as if she really wasn't used to her platform heels? Fine.
Several beautiful creatures in corsets and/or hobble skirts? Fine.
Go-go dancers in the process of climbing on or off boxes? Fine.
Bah! Gnosis-interruptus.
I kinda wish I knew more folks, so I have people to talk to when I am taking a cooling down break, but Ninja-san (Chris) and Ari were there, and I got a bit of time with them.
Ari got me thinking a bit about premise (punchline?) of Bellwether, as it applies to micro-cultures. She made a comment about wanting to make a calendar of blond(e) goths, and as I looked around I noted that damn, there were a lot of platinum heads in the room. I don't know that there is a shift of iconic goth/industrial imagery to include blondes, but there it was, and I was one of them.
Preface over, time for the rant:
People who dance at clubs while holding their drinks just suck.
People who do so at an industrial club? What the fuck? This is not passive, just bend the knees music! This is stomping, arms swinging, lose yourself in the noise music!
There are like 12 of us flaily-stompy folk somehow working the brownian probabilities and not hitting each other or anyone else who is actually dancing. Then two drink-holding nutwads, who essentially are just doing the dj-nod, place themselves in middle of the floor! All the collective, subconscious, stochastic modeling that has gone into moving fluidly on the crowded floor suddenly fails.
And this must have been a pretty robust process, as it seemed to accept all sorts of other factors:
The woman in full upper torso brace, who danced as if she really wasn't used to her platform heels? Fine.
Several beautiful creatures in corsets and/or hobble skirts? Fine.
Go-go dancers in the process of climbing on or off boxes? Fine.
Bah! Gnosis-interruptus.
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