RSSChance McDermott – Dark Clouds
Raves used to be great craic in the nineties. Nobody can deny it. But this isn't one of those, 'things were better in my day' rants. I'm sure raves are even better now than when I was going to them. It's just that the arthritis and spina bifida have set in to such an extent that I can't dance like I used to so what's the point?
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I don't want to be one of those creepy older lads who stands in the corner of a party with his arms crossed, one leg leaning up against the wall and spends the whole night watching everyone else. Unless you want me to...Nah, these days I'm too busy sending hate mail to Ace of Base.
But many of my greatest nights out were in this gaff in Dublin City where a few technoheads we knew "lived". It was the remnants of a Georgian building, which was going to be turned into an office block within the year. So it was damp, dark and dangerous, but full of character nonetheless.
Late one night we were all shooting the breeze. Well not really. Nobody was talking as we were all too busy concentrating on our buzz. It was this night that US-minimalist Chance McDermott was introduced to me through a tune called 'Dark Clouds'. Everyone screamed when it came on. I did too because I didn't want to feel left out. But soon I was completely engulfed by it. It's difficult for me to describe a specific techno tune without it sounding like a generic description for all techno. There's a beat and noises. I have no idea why one track pleases the ear more than another. Maybe I'm ignorant. No, that's not fair. I'm from Dublin.
While we were all busy acting like spas listening to 'the chancellor', a friend went off to do a wee. She couldn't find the toilet so went into the next room of the building: an old kitchen with no back wall. The room literally just opened onto the back garden. She went down on her honkers by the edge to do her business but slipped, only to fall 15 feet.
After falling back on her left wrist (and onto some of her own wee!), she lay there screaming for a while until our spa session was over and we could hear her whimpers. The crowd ran into the room to see what was all the commotion. All of a sudden everyone was a paramedic (having received their training from the same place as Dr Nick). She had done damage to her wrist by the fall.
Unfortunately for her, she did more damage to it by showing it to us freaks. Everyone wanted to have a look and a feel. So what probably begun as a sprain very quickly became a break on account of all the 'loved up' diagnoses.
We shipped her off to the hospital and went back to Chance McDermott. Naturally the atmosphere of the party waned for a period. I suggested we put back on 'that tune' we were listening to before 'that girl' broke her wrist. Everyone thought 'that was' a great idea.
We listened to it on repeat until someone heard whimpers from the next room. This time, the emergency services didn't need the address.
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Gkay @ 12 Sep 2008 17:09I went straight home after a club yonks ago, lay down on the couch and got so deep I nodded off to sleep for bit. You know the way when you fall asleep when your drunk and if you wake up drunk you're all spaced out? I woke up with a mongo head in another dimension and decided it was time for bed. I walked into the kitchen, took off all my cloths and folded them neatly on the kitchen counter (I never fold my cloths). I then opened the middle drawer below it, convinced it was my bed, and tried to climb into the drawer, (Yes, you're reading this right). I only got my leg in, broke the drawer, coped on a bit and then wobbled on up to bed. I was about 18-19 at the time, so my ma comes into my room the next morning, baffled and asking questions. She didn't drink or smoke, so when I said "Whiskey ma, never again" I was off the hook. The following weekend she found all my cloths in a pile at the bottom if the stairs - socks n all - and my shoes at the top of the stairs. Don't ask me, it makes no sense. "Whiskey ma, never again" And on it went....
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funny the things people do at after sessions . mate of mine a few years ago - who is a electrician - in the middle of a session , started going round the house ' looking for his toolbox' . somehow he managed to find a screw driver and spent half the night 'fixing the plug' in the keyhole of a door....