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Ravers Digest Party
Review
Photography- Brenden 14
Words- Mark 37
Okay! Now that you have a little background
on the book that this event was named after, let me tell you
what the party itself was like. It was at Orion in Downtown LA,
a now popular and ever improving venue. The Big room in the middle
of the venue was like it always is: full of lasers and Trance,
and people who love such things. (Just like the inside of the
Masterdome used to be.) |
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Upstairs you could hear the music in the
main room crashing into the music in the upstairs room, which
is bad. No party crew has yet figured out how to set up the speakers
upstairs yet, but thats the little room, so who cares? |
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The best news about Orion is that
downstairs is a perfect Jungle room, and this is really where
the story begins... |
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I followed the bass down the stairs,
and as I tread over unlit concrete
and closer to speakers, I heard a
record abruptly pulled from the turntable.
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crossfader flips to the new plate, and just as I get a feel for
it, the music stops again. The experience reminds me of listening
to records at a friend’s more so than hearing a DJ mix a
set. Whats this? A little bit of Ragga? Nice! Oh, what, the DJ
just stopped the music again? Fuck this shit. Whos spinning?
The MC answers my unasked question in a deep and scratchy voice
... “Warmin up the room tonight is Curious, inside the place.”
Oh, shit, CRS? All is forgiven, since I know for a fact that
CRS? has never spun a bad set in his entire fuckin life. The
next record comes up (more ragga) and a moment later another
record gets mixed in. That was the beggining of the first of
three quality, consecutive, Jungle sets I would hear that night.
Next up was APX-1, test driving the TAO set he would spin a few
days later. (He started his set with hardstep, mixed in a bunch
of techie drum n bass.) By now I was warmed up, but not tired.
When I saw R.A.W. lug his box of records into the basement of
Orion, I knew for a fact that now matter what happens, LA Jungle
will never die. No matter how shredded the scene gets, no matter
how many venues are shut down, no matter how many people drop
out of the scene, as long as we have a few good Jungle DJs and
a spot to use, we will have Jungle. Thank God for twisted bass. |
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