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Even Ravers Get Wrinkles

by DJ E23

"Everybody's different; that’s what makes us the same.”

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“Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.”

>Henry David Thoreau<

“A real initiation never ends.”

>Aleister Crowley<“

It’s strange to me that every year since the late ‘80s at any number of after-parties I happen upon some clench-jawed rolling 22 year-old reminiscing about “how th’ scene used to be”.  What’s strange is that every year it seems to be a new 22 year-old who has emerged as the elder spokesperson for a subculture now entering its adolescence. Now I have nothing against 22 year-olds, and in fact, I used to be one myself; it is ironic to me, however, that the factor of nostalgia becomes so omnipresent from year to year as to make individuals believe that there really was such a thing as the “good ole daze”.

Coming from a position where I’ve experienced the rave scene since before it was called the rave scene, I don’t see a whole lotta difference between what it is now and what it was then.  Other than the facts that:  1) it’s a lot more organized and has developed a specific tradition, no matter how mundane; 2) there are endless clothing lines available to help create a market identity; 3) techno artists now have videos on MTV; 4) the money suddenly got really big.  Other than that, then underground seems to be stronger than ever, most people who go to parties are still in it for reasons largely other than the music (and most people who per-form usually spend more money than they make), and there are inevitably always loads of 15-20 year-olds—just like it’s been in the nightlife scene since the days of Disco, and probably before that, too. 

There will always be an endless turnover of 15-year-olds, yes, but theres gotta be enough maturity in the progressive work so that a modicum of elders hang around beyond the age of 22 to help re-infuse a more defined maturity along with the vibrant, youthful energy already present...

If I were to claim any nostalgic longing for scene-related days gone past, it would be for the formlessness of the early Acid House days, when something was clearly congealing, yet everything was still very amorphous, and therefore uniquely unpredictable. But of course, that energy is still alive for me because I’ve never been a “raver” per se; I’ve always been one of the people on the inside making music, creating environments and generating interconnections within the subculture. A participant rather than a spectator. Perhaps that’s why I find other people reminiscing about th’ scene somewhat annoying—because I could give a shit about how good the e was and how cool the glow-sticks looked and how many new superficial relationships I created that one night because I brought my massager balls along in my backpack. Don’t get me wrong—these are commonalities of behavior that make me love the rave scene far more than any other, but they also seem to outline the periphery of limitation beyond which some people can travel no further.

Nonetheless, there must be an audience for any performance.  The point is, one doesn’t have to be a member of the audience all the time.

For participatory, creative types, in order to surpass burn-out of the more mundane constructs of the rave scene, and in order to take the scene seriously as an artistic subculture, aspects of the scene must mature, or else these same participatory creative types will simply adopt aspects of the scene and take their ideas else-where. There will always be an end-less turnover of 15-year-olds, yes, but there’s gotta be enough maturity in the progressive work so that a modicum of elders hang around beyond the age of 22 to help re-infuse a more defined maturity along with the vibrant youthful energy already present.

If this generation’s elders don’t have enough interest in sticking around for the duration of electronic music sub-culture, then we’ll be no different than our elders were before us—absent, or worse, stagnant—and therefore, irrelevent.  The Tom Pettys, Tipper Gores, Mötley Crües and Liz Taylors struggling to crystalize in amber a time which cannot be recreated, glorious moments which cannot be replicated. A generation’s elders have as much responsibility to respect the vitality and optimism of youth as the youth have to respect the seasoned cynacism and desire for structure from its elder peers. Each must respect innovation beyond imitation.  How these differences can be rectified is a challenge no different than how men and women learn to cooperate in a healthy relationship. Which, of course, can be immensely difficult, and always requiring change and compromise.  Cooperative individualism.

Here’s a scenario to consider:

I came to a revelation during one of the Techno Cosmic Celebration meetings in which I participated (an extension of Matthew Fox’s “Techno Cosmic Mass” concept, which he borrowed from a group of liturgical ravers in Sheffield, England, performing what they called a “Planetary Mass”), albeit one perhaps not quite the type of revelation intended by the larger group of participants.

What I began to notice throughout the course of these meetings was an overabundance of ideas. Now, at first glance that wouldn’t seem to be problematic; but what I came to realize within this intergenerational group was that they are from the scene, whereas I am of the scene. Obviously, that requires some further clarification...

In these meetings preparing for intergenerational "techno" and indiginous-oriented tribal musical ritualism there are participants who are impassioned by movement work, ritual integration, liturgy and musicianship.  Each type of participant brings with them a host of ideas, experiences, potentials, and synergistic energies.  However, quickly it became clear that none of us was on the same page about how to foster a collaborative event, at least in the sense that each of us brought with us a certain sensibility directed by our previous involvements in events which focused primarily on one of these types of expertise.  The movement artists had all sorts of fantasies about how the dj's should incorporate music with other live musicians, without having any under-standing of how dj'ing works or how live musicians count beats and play off improvisational energy.  The dj's (myself included) had mostly non-dogmatically based or pagan/ritual magick backgrounds and had difficulty engaging in the "visionary" ramblings of the New-Agey ritualists. The organizers and advertising experts laid plans for marketing to various subsects of the culture which many group members felt were inappropriate target audiences, or at least too limiting.  So clearly, although the intentions were always cooperative, what began to unfold was a drama of miscommunication and misrepresented/perceived ideals. Inevitably, it became easy to step on another party's toes, which was certain-ly never the group's overall intention. Without genuine respect to individuality within the group, genuine cooperation never gave rise.

Within my reality-tunnel, I gradually realized that throwing a typical rave is simple;  it contains specific parts:  you identify the location, you set the date, you book the talent, you specify points-of-sale and areas in which to flyer.  (These are some of what I would consider the now-developed mundane aspects of “th’ scene”.)  For this experimental, larger group, everyone collectively conjured so many various ideas, marketing targets, and integral components of the party, that it became difficult to fall within the same constraints that a normal rave party generally requires. My revelation was that me and my cohorts were “of” the scene in the sense that most elements were tangibles known which we had grown into, while the way the “ritual” of each party unfolded was individuated by the event and the participants itself. Coming together to gather was simply the purpose. For this other group looking towards liturgical religious settings and to raves as the guideposts by which to determine the internal structure, the process was much more undeveloped and needy of countless meetings where individual participants stressed their desires and concepts ofhow the event should unfold—how to create purpose within this pre-existing structure.  On one hand, the ongoing conversations seemed an endless bar-rage of unnecessary nonsense; on the other, it became clear that while our intentions remained similar, our methods were vastly different and difficult to rectify. One group thrived on improvisation; the other required rehersal.

My overall conclusion is that the intergenerational party concept is immensely complex. That participants in the 15-30 yr age group mostly function as drop-outs from many conventions of the subculture understood by the Baby Boomers and their elders. Each deals with a subculture that has required no parenting from elder generations and has developed independently through means which established orthodoxies repress and criticize. However, now there exists an impetus for the generations to share in a way which has never been actuated before and therefore requires entirely new modalities of cooperation.  In that sense, no paradigms truly exist, and so the territory remains largely unclear and unmapped.

Most importantly, "th' scene" is approaching a time where intergenerational relationships must actively inter-face if some of its original players are to continue thriving within it - there's no avoiding it.

And this is a tremendous challenge, especially when considering that even within members of my own age group there are countless divisions in the  respect that some are entangled in the rave subculture, while others are involved in Hip-Hop culture, some part of the more conventional New Age precepts, while others are more engaged in ritual magick, buddhism and complex metaphysics; some listen only to Christian Death, while others devote their lives to Christ; some are straight-edge, some are strung-out, some are vegan and work in organic foods markets, and some eat steak and work for Microsoft or Sun and play the stockmarket.  I have had to learn to drop my guard with some of my peers whose visceral experiences are absurd to me, and have had to tackle the idea that their own perceptions are as valid as my own. Yet it does not stop me from somehow feeling disengaged.

So here is a personal example of how quickly our society, and even members within specific peer groups are becoming divided without ever intending to. Our culture is clearly going through an unprecendented age of identity crisis. Deconstructed society leaves entire generations uncertain of what to believe, who's safe to fuck, what we should protest, who to trust, what's a fair wage, how we should live, who we are ourselves, what's nutrition-al to eat, and why it's even meaningful. And if we are to survive these times together, we must surely reinvent how we might re-map some territories of communication.  How that's possible, I'm not sure, but my purpose here is to pose as many questions as answers(or even fewer answers than questions).

“. . . (e) we are all evolving into the use of new neurological circuits, which will make us superhuman in comparison to our present average state. The activation of these new circuits creates a great deal of temporary weirdness until we learn to use them properly.”

>Robert Anton Wilson

Imagine international group culture was something like the outer ring of an onion. As the rings move inward toward the center, individuated subcultures become more localized until the inner core of the onion is reached. Inside this inner core is where a type of critical mass is maximized. So then, suppose that part of what we’re experiencing in these tiny collectives of formalized subculture, the points of critical mass, are manifestations of chaotic consciousness evolution.

Dr. Timothy Leary theorized that there are 8 neural “circuits” in the evolutionary consciousness of the human brain. The first 4 circuits will be actuated by virtually every wo/man being alive on the planet—1) the biosurvival circuit, which drives individual survival with a will-to-live; 2) the emotional circuit, which, upon child-birth and breast-feeding, causes specific affectionate bonds between humans; 3) the dexterity-symbolism circuit, which is activated by learning speech and the use of tools; and 4) the sociosexual circuit, including post-nomadic civilization and socialized sex-roles. How individuals and cultures progress into the remaining 4 circuits is unpredictable. Circuit 5, the neurosomatic circuit, requires a “turn-on”, such as the kind experienced by yogis, Sufis, or millions of pot-smokers world-wide, especially since the ‘60s. This includes sensations of transcendence beyond linear, left-brained “reality”.

According to this model, I propose that as a culture (especially the rave scene as a subculture), we are collectively entering the evolutionary time of the 6th Circuit—the neuroelectric circuit. It’s here that the nervous system becomes aware of itself and can begin to make deliberate choices regarding how it will allow itself to consciously think and behave. Dr. John C. Lilly called it “metaprogramming”, i.e., awareness of programming one’s programming. In his brilliant philosobiography, Cosmic Trigger, Robert Anton Wilson regards Circuit 6 as the “‘universal translator,’ often imagined by science fiction writers, already built into the DNA tape. Just as the circuits of the future butterfly are already built into the caterpillar.”

If it’s plausible that some of us within rave subculture are collectively becoming more aware of how we’ll permit ourselves to behave (via extended use of psychedelic substances, amphetamines stretching concepts of linear time over several days, and repeated tribal gathering just for the hell of being part of a community), then it’s permissable that we should take the bull by the horns and instigate widespread cointelligence between divergent groups. No matter how frustrating and challenging it might seem. Even if it’s as frustrating as a boy-girl relationship.

There are 2 dichotomies which seek balance: individuality is good; togetherness is good. As the Hopi say, “I am because we are.” And Matthew Fox tells us, “we are because we celebrate.” But who are ‘we’, and who am ‘I’? Apparently it’s up to each of us individually and collectively to determine those intrinsic questions before we may truly step forward into the realm of cocreating a New Age, of enduring the birthing pains of the Age of Horus, of the Child, of Discovery.