the origins
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Quadrant Park , Bootle, Liverpool - 1990?
you just don't experience those levels of energy en masse on a night out anymore,
Bootle... a place I used to visit often
flashback to standing outside the Strand, scene of the notorious abduction of a toddler, looking at the pub Stella Maris, where on the other side of the road , on the left, was some "hard to let" social housing ( "section 8" for our cousins across the sea ) where I used to have to step over smacked out scallies who'd just nicked their mother's sewing machine while they weighed out their "Q" of brown, a slow plod avoiding the pools of puke trudging up several flights of stairs where we'd finally end up in a flat where we'd score "sputnik" in an empty room which was echoing with the sound of the trains that whizzed by on their way to Lime Street
"good times"
and then E hit Liverpool but by then I was living in Manchester and I missed out on ever visiting the Park, and although I did have an opportunity to go there was a dilemma which I've described before and i probably did the morally right thing by not going, but still, I harbour regrets that I missed out on a night of xtreme intensity invoked by such shoddy mixing of pop house combined with ultra superlative mdma derivatives
edit: even the gaps between the notes get a cheer, hard to convey the intensity of the original raves to ...people maybe younger than me.... [ sigh ]