Posi Outlook 2007

[mindrevolution]

I remember "way back when" seeing bands like Darkest Hour and Thursday playing for crowds of 40 people maximum. It's just the most special feeling in the world hearing music performed for such a small group and being a part of it. Fast-forward the years and I'm at a party where Goldie, one of the best drum and bass DJ's on the planet, spins for a room of no more than 40 people and he fucking kills it, track after track, after track. My taste in music might have changed, but my mindset hasn't. Dancing shoulder-to-shoulder with people I know or just met to 172 beats-per-minute of rhythmic sickness. Motion is such a beautiful thing when you look in the right place and sweat flows like conversation, mouth to mouth and heart to heart; and to think I dropped out of hardcore-that's such an awful thought because all the best things I found there, I find here: ringing ears and aching legs and time well-spent on a colorful edge of a world gone to shit, and the whole time I keep thinking about how I would move if my other half was with me. It was my first party in almost seven months without Kim at my side and to almost pretend I'm dancing with her puts me where I feel at home; feet out the floor, arms out, and lights swirling around until I pass out in a cloud of reassuring dizziness.

I assure you, wonder and amazement are two things I will never let leave my life; only over my dead body will I let my eyes glaze past the secrets to staying young and beautiful...

Rave on.