The front cover is neon green and has 'RAVE' written down it.
Inside it was exactly what I wanted- the background and the words to what I had already found out- but it's written by someone else, which can confirm (?) what I think and say, and make me feel that it's not just my opinion.
On page 244 of the glossy, bright, trendy-vogue type magazine is an article, titled 'One nation under a glitterball'.
I quote from the article (by Paul Flynn):
"Something slightly manical in London's margins has been afoot for the past 18 months. Its patrons are bold and bright and excessive and refusing to go to bed at bedtime. Some of them are making clothes, some pictures, some music and all of them are throwing parties...
Facilitated by clanestine, word-of-mouth MySpace bulletin boards and soundtracked by a riveting amalgam of disorganised, futuristic chos, New Rave has taken one small leap out of the suburbs and into the next millenium... A brilliantly idiotic new youth culture has emerged from the kids that want fashion, music, are and popular culture formulated their way.
The unofficial opening of New Rave happened four years ago, in the City Cars squar in east London. NIYI, on the first of his two expulsions from Central St Martins, put the party together. He was 18 years old and the party was called Gauche Chic. 'It's weird,' he says now, 'because the nights were so empty at first, but everyone was there. Patrick Wolf, Carri Mundane,' (Cassette Playa) 'Mei Hui Liu.'
Matthew Stone, figurehead for southeast London art terrorists !WOWOW! is a little more sanguine on the matter. 'I don't think that it even matters what you want to call this thing. New rave is just a buzzword that has stuck. This is about creative people doing thing they're absolutely passionate about.'
For the more cerebrally inclined, Matthew Stone's !WOWOW! parties have become a gateway drug between New Rave and high art. They began in the back room of The Joiner's Arms, between Camberwell Green and The Maudsley Hopital in southeast London, 'as a joke. I hired a PA and 30-odd people came down. It was a bizarre mix od the local community and art students. Alongside painters, video installation and performance artists we had a woman who sand show tunes mostly from My Fair Lady, and a man called Melvin who'd campaigned against the Euro from a shopping trolley in Camberwell. Instantly the parties were about new ideas and optimism. Everyone was playing electro at the time and we'd play a little bit of that, but with everything else we wanted to hear: weird charity shop finds, movie scores, Baltimore club music."
Over the page is a 'crash course for the ravers'. It is a diagram- similar to the one I did earlier, but this shows the links between 'old rave' and 'new rave'.
This is it:
(Again I apologise for the size of it and difficulty in reading it)It includes people which I have included on my diagram, and has names which are related to names on my diagram. Really this whole thing could go on forever, there seems to be more and more to talk about- everyone knows and relates back to someone.
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