I love Melbourne - The underground culture has always been an important part of my life since my teen days - I miss the days of visiting DJs hauling themselves into clubs, carting around heavy, gritty vinyl for a two hour spin. Gone are the days, lost to laptop DJs and laser shows; at least I have the memories. I tried DJing when I was 16 - too bad it’s all laptops now. I remember some of my friends were scared to go into HiFi Bar, saying they were intimidated by all the 25 year olds, but I remember the same ‘25 year olds’ teaching me a lot of things, like how to act 25 at age 18.
I found late night Williamsburg cool, mainly due to the company I had there, who informed me that all the NYC kids are heading to Berlin - that is so typical. How very Melbourne.
Similar to when Melbourne expats, turned Londoners, all of a sudden show up late night in Melbourne clubs after interning with Christopher Kane or someone. They’re still doing it.
It would be nice to fade away like those golden days of music, so not to endure this awful and near to unbearable era of iTunes, shallow thinking and techno-consumerism. It is agony; it is agony.