Yeah, I enjoy the odd rave every now and then. It's just when people start building a philosophy out of a drug experience that I get kind of annoyed (and maybe unnecessarily snarkyVictorian wrote:Another Notes; Not everyone that goes to raves and wears candy acts like an e-tard...
Just IMHO, I've attended quite a few the last few years.. Always took care of myself and the idiots around me. To each their own...
). It's like people who argue absurd philosophies because of "that one time on mushrooms". I (may or may not) enjoy drugs just as much as the next Burner, but one must be careful to stay grounded.Also, I feel that Bob Seger has something to say...
"Past the open windows on the darker streets
Where unseen angry voices flash and children cry
Past the phony posers with their worn out lines
The tired new money dressed to the nines
The low life dealers with their bad designs
And the dilettantes with their open minds
You're out on the town, safe in the crowd
Ready to go for the ride
Searching the eyes, looking for clues
There's no way you can hide
The fire inside
Well you've been to the clubs and the discotheques
Where they deal one another from the bottom of a deck of promises
Where the cautious loners and emotional wrecks
Do an acting stretch as a way to hide the obvious
And the lights go down and they dance real close
And for one brief instant they pretend they're safe and warm
Then the beat gets louder and the mood is gone
The darkness scatters as the lights flash on
They hold one another just a little too long
And they move apart and then move on
On to the street, on to the next
Safe in the knowledge that they tried
Faking the smile, hiding the pain
Never satisfied."
The wisdom of the Silver Bullet Band.
