Even when I first joined the scene I subconsciously knew this. I naively wrote about the violence lovingly. I wrote about how it takes control of you, it possesses you, but it leaves you strong enough to control yourself amongst other humans. It teaches you the strength to be independent from those people that would like to control you, but all in exchange for some amount of your helplessness towards it. Going through one of my composition books I found a passage that reads like this…
“The sound beats the crowd across their collective face, arms raised in expectation fall, as one [to the drop], dubstep is about power. I am within the influence of the sound. The bass grinds on my body, so I allow it to maneuver my hips into long flowing figure eights. Its hold is rough, forcing me back and forth. The weight of the beat bears down on me, my legs collapse from the pressure, but the sound buoys me up. I merely twist low to the ground and back up. Control. The bass and the beat controls me, the grind and the glitch constantly pull me towards them like twins fighting. The drum occasionally steals me from them all…”
It goes on.
As much as I love the way it controls and empowers us, I don’t know that is needs to be quite so mean sometimes. I’m into it for the expression, and even though someone raging out is contributing, there should be more room in the scene for the hoopers to move around in. And I’m not talking just about physical room. I would love to attend a party that is made out of pure fun and lights and bright colors. A place that awakens the imagination.
I am seduced by the darkness of dubstep, but I want to fall in love with the joy in electro and moombah. There is so much more the scene has to offer and I don’t want to miss out on any of it, sexy AND silly.
What do you think? Are we getting a little to gritty or is the scene just right? Would you like to go to a happy go lucky rave?
Take a second and answer my poll!
