The following is an excerpt from Requiem for My Rave: The Story of Anabolic Frolic, Happy Hardcore, and Hullabaloo!
The noise was deafening, unlike any noise you might hear anywhere else. Nothing was like this. Thousands of young partiers, around 3000 of them, blowing their whistles and screaming simultaneously. It pierced into your brain, but it was also the sound of pure joy. It was also almost six in the morning.
This particular morning was a cold Canadian one at the Docks Entertainment Complex in the Toronto Port Lands—really the middle of nowhere, but with a beautiful view across a slice of Lake Ontario to the tall modern buildings of downtown Toronto. The lake was frozen over, with the wind blowing snow across its glass surface. Inside the venue the windows were steamy with condensation from the humidity of thousands of dancers, creating running tears on the inside glass. The city was sleeping, as the ear-piercing noise filled the club.
There was a rave happening here, one of the illicit all-night events of myth and legend. This wasn’t any old rave, however; this was a “Hullabaloo!”, affectionately referred to as “Hulla,” one of history’s most celebrated and revered rave promotions. The members of the crowd weren’t just ravers but were the most colorful collection of “Hulla Ravers” you would ever come across.
The noise was meant in appreciation for me, Chris, better known to a generation of ravers as Anabolic Frolic, their DJ of the past hour. And also, the promoter of Hullabaloo, this very event that they so appreciated. Continue reading “Requiem for My Rave Excerpt”