Monday, October 10, 2011
I just want to take you back to simpler time.
A time when you didnt put your make up on til midnight.
A time when you could walk into a smoke filled red room and not be judged.
A time called STARFUCKERS.
Now back in the day (2008-2009) my friends and I used to congregate every Saturday (and for a period in time- Friday) at a little underground hole in the wall called Club 77.
We would light up cigarettes and sniff amyl on the dancefloor until the sun came up over the Westfields sign.
We thought we made friends there, and I legitimately did make friends there who I still talk to now, but most were vapid soulless creatures of the night.
Not to say I wasnt one of them, I was and I miss the empty space I had become.
We used to wait all week for Saturdays.
That was the night of the ravers, when the glitter pasties and gold eyelids would come out to play.
We flocked like vampires standing outside 78 debating with the security guards that we WERE waiting for our friends.
We all had dark smoked out eyeliner circling our inflamed and bursting pupils that would eventually run from the vigorous dancing that was forced from our bodies.
We spoke in another language and yet everyone understood what we were saying in the heavily graffitied walls of the back room.
Where we would stare at each other in acceptance of the fact that we were "just heaps surprised to be alive".
I had some of the most amazing nights of my life on William Street, with the rich beats from the likes of Mr. Disorder, Hookie, Trentertainment, Stu York, Andy & Yams. This is how far I am reaching back now.
I used to create my own theme in my head, one night it was A Clockwork Orange, the next would be provided by the creators of Starfuckers night like Navy Rave, Grave Rave or my personal favourite (and the one to fall on my 20th birthday in which I saw God) Terrorism Rave.
We kept our Thick As Thieves cd's close to our chest.
And for some reason believed that in some way, that club was a little bit ours as well.
It was the go to.
It was the one thing we all can reflect back on and bask in the pure decadence and overwhelming revelry that we were consumed by.
We were birthed as we walked out into the cold night air past Wayne the security guard, and that was how we felt as we stepped outside.
New, and unsure of what the outside world was going to hold for us.
I may be romanticising a time in quite a few people's lives because it is over for some of us.
But I will never say that I never loved that place. I am still in love with that place.
When everyone else had let me down, it was always there.
Holding my jacket behind the bar,
giving me advice in the porn laden toilets,
spotting me a light in the burgundy back room,
making me laugh at the graffiti,
supplying me with exercise and nutrition from the bar to the dancefloor.
I made a friend who was a mermaid (Beth)
I contemplated getting their telltale upside down triangle tattooed somewhere on my person.
I kicked on with the best of them.
I screamed and kicked when the lights came on.
I rediscovered Miley Cyrus in a way I had never thought I could before.
I pushed the boundaries of who I thought I was and how I thought I dressed, because I felt like I could be anyone or anything there.
I saw bands that are now famous there.
& I know this might not be the right thing to say,
or some of you may not agree with me,
or might think I am an absolute weirdo for even posting this,
But I think acknowledging a time in our lives where things happened and people changed, and people became friends is paramount.
Because I know I am not the only one who says, when a certain song comes on the car stereo,
"THIS REMINDS ME OF 77."