Flickr Fiction
That’s us, crawling through clouds of dry ice and strobe. The tangy burnt smell of it fills my mouth and I cough. Somewhere on the dancefloor the boys are lost in their own worlds.
The heavy bass beat vibrates through my boots. With my head pressed against the stacked sub-woofers I can feel the gust that the music makes on my face, in my hair. The slight current is a blessing in this cramped and sweaty place.
Another blast of dry ice.
Someone grabs my hand.
‘C’mon’ the voice deep, lips close to my ear. I can smell pizza on his breath, I know it’s one of ours. A flash of black jeans, white skinny arms.
‘Tom!’
I follow into the maelstrom.
‘Higher than the Sun’. The Dub Symphony mix.
We’re moshing now, crushed against one another. I’m vaguely aware of other bodies surrounding me, but the rhythms’ got me. The music swells and I twist in the crush. I am the hub of the medicine wheel.
Brief flashes of arms, faces, elbows. Hands grab my waist, wrap round me and Rachel is there. Shelli not far behind. The boys open the circle, we three hang against each other for support. Again the circle closes and we are protected.
We think things will always be like this.
But that was 16 years ago. Tonight I listen to the music again. Everything has changed. If I close my eyes I can remember it all.
‘Higher than the Sun’ on my ipod.
And thoughts of Mark, Matt, Charles, Rick, Tommy, Ian and Chad.
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Inspired by Into the Fog by Flickr user sevres-babylone. Not sure who else is in this week but check out the usual suspects: The Gurrier, Chris, Linus, Tadmack, TeaandCakes, LittleGoat and Aquafortis.
Ahh the Summer of Love, buzzin’ choons and Ectasy tablet love binges. The Shamen on the dance floor and loved up dwarves dancing in Man-U-Mission. Great days.
No wait I was only 13 in 1990 and I was listening to Bon Jovi, Bad Medicine on repeat.
Comment by Donal — October 15, 2006 @ 9:11 pm
Heady and chaotic and ephemeral… Dancing much like the nature of time. Like it very much.
Comment by TadMack — October 15, 2006 @ 9:27 pm
Great atmosphere–I can really see this in the photo–sort of wistful but churning and chaotic at the same time.
Comment by Sarah — October 17, 2006 @ 6:11 am