Rip It Wide Open

Watch the kid go with those other funny color wearing folks. Their jeans are tight and ripping at the knees, wrist bangles jangling to the mixed up rhythms of a dance genre stew being stomped out of cabinet speakers spray painted with absurdist day-glo slogans. The DJ spins vinyl only and is covered head to toe in a color clash nightmare of a knit body suit that sports the approximation of a beard and covers him head to toe. They bounce and flail , they imitate the customary dances and de-evolve into to visceral gesticulations of their own. Nothing stops the beat, nothing stops the mayhem. They fuel it with booze, drugs and candy, they induce trance states with strobe lights and heart stopping bass, they push everything to the limit aiming to break. The sound starts with disco that gets married to hip hop, that has an affair with electro, that gives birth to house; somewhere in the mixing board the eternal feedback purity of harsh noise combines with drum and bass, succeeding in leveling anyone who tries to stand against it. The kids move together, the kids move apart, they have physical conversations and screaming fits, they ride their youth and chemistry clear into the new day and pay little consequence for the dare. Blessed is the youth that dance with all their hearts and blessed are the old that still try.. Rip it wide open colorful ones, amalgamations of everything you ever heard or saw, give me something to sing about in your celebration for celebrations sake. Rescue us from the grey and inform the night that we’re going to push it until the break of day.