A Guy Called Gerald live at 1988 rave in Victoria Baths

I would definitely watch television more if instead of ‘Being Lara Bingle’ we had interviews from raves in swimming pools.

‘Wet’ (Aqua Party at Victoria Baths with two heated swimming pools, Turkish baths and sauna; DJs Mike Pickering, Graeme Park and Jon DaSilva, plus a special beach-wear fashion PA. A wonderful idea, but it was bit too cold to entice a lot of people to come down; there was hardly anybody on the dance floor in the sport room, but luckily there was plenty of space in the sauna and the amount of people in the pool was just right. A half-hour of the night was televised as part of ‘The Other Side Of Midnight’ – a weekly arts programme presented by Tony Wilson and broadcast by Granada.)


The term PLUR is believed to have originated by NYC DJ Frankie Bones in response to a fight that broke out at a 1980’s rave he was playing at. He stopped the music and stated “If you don’t start showing some peace, love, and unity, I’ll break your fucking faces.”

Also acronym for ‘Please Let Us Rave’

PLUR can also be seen as a more mainstream adaptation of its predecessor, PLE (Peace, Love, Ecstasy), which was mainly used in Europe in the early 1990s.

The Ravers Manifesto

Date Written: Unknown
Author: Unknown
Origin: Unknown

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology.

Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.

Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.

We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children…
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.

We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother’s heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.

We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.

And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits, pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you’ve abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.

Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it’s purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.

In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.

We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle’s and restraints you’ve put on us for your own peace of mind.

We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.

Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible.

Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.

Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.

Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you’ve created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:

Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.

But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don’t have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.

I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.

Hair Raving

There is numerous reasons to annihilate your hair and burn your scalp to oblivion. Pacey from Dawson’s Creek frosted his tips to feel better about being dumped and Angela from My So Called Life had a teen identity crisis and went the full head of hair dye…. Or like me you have an unnatural infatuation with the 90’s and your nan’s reaction is just an added bonus. Whatever the reason its time to take the dip into dye.