I’ve often wondered what had happened to the Toronto Rave scene. I left it some ten years back for a number of reasons; firstly, watching people trying to dance on kitomene became kind of sad… secondly, the influx of drum-circle hippies was even sadder…
From a post on BlogTO this morning:
…lately he seems stuck on this “Grunk” idea, combining grime and crunk, and crunk.
What the?… Wasn’t “crunk” that 2 inch layer of ooey gooey goodness that collected underfoot on the dance floor?
It looks as though I have settled on a tool to post these rambling from this dithering do… DO NOT ask me what happened to all the missing months; do not pry into moments I have no intention of ever bringing up again…
I am neither acknowledging, or denying the activities of these time; safe to say, a lot happened… None the least of which; WE’RE having a baby!
So, as I pick this up again, for, I don’t know the 7th or 8th time… I’ve decided it to be just a spew again. No grand aims… No plans, no projects; just daily rambles on a variety of topics.
If there is any theme, or voice; perhaps it will be written as an ongoing letter to my son… Let’s just see what happens.
Because; as always; Who the hell knows what happens NEXT!
