the difference between me and the blackdown nuum lot (and here i am talking about the collective mentality sired more than his personal taste or his personal outlook) is im not afraid to wear my nerd listening on my sleave. why would I? I listen to the majority of my music at home. clubbing is a luxury for a blind person, especially them big clubs they adore like fabric. am i somehow less valid then?
It was all that histrionic hyper tempestuous save fabric shit that made me not go out for good. the amount of energy people invested into saving that shite airport security club was comparable to the amount of energy careerist twats are investing in brexit. whilst by far the most accessible scene to me, the warehouse scene was summarily fucked off in fits of self-righteous identity politicking by straight white blokes and their clinger on coloured allies (/) sycofantic liberal-bourgeois feminist journalist admirers, who for some mysterious reason thought they were in gay downtown chicago, though even if they went to a gay hard house or hard techno night they'd start cancelling everyone from the amount of kisses they got.