Nightlife. in Voices Windward

Corporate clubs and bars permeate British nightlife now in a way the never would have prior to the smoking ban and the various changes in codes and practices that hit them hard in the 00’s.

Nightlife has become saccarchine, the streets populated with arbitrary peacocking and escapism.

In 2005 there were 3,144 night clubs across the country, according to the (ALMR). Last year, there were just 1,733.

Wigan Peir, The Haçienda, Jilly’s Rockworld, Tj’s, and now Fabric …

As these venues die, we loose so much of our musical culture and social identity. The only options left for the hedonistically enclined is to join the drones in “Northern Quarters” and “Wine Streets”, listen to radio friendly soulless drivel or seek out the somewhat sketchy world of raves, that lock ago lost it’s spirit.

I’m 31… I doub’t I will ever dive into reckless nightlife again in my life, but I feel sorry for the urbane youth of the future, not the ones who kind of fall into it and would rather just hang out anyways, but the kids who live to rebel, boogie and live a driven life of heavy bass line, mosh pits and experiances of living eternal capriciousness.

Another step into mono culture as the last free generations fade and the light flickers out… I just hope there is some vibrant underground scene, full of life and soul, a music genre I’m too passed it too know a scene with harmony and collective attitudes, one that the young and alive live and breath for … not in far off countries where local poverty makes for bougoise spledor but here and now and very much, us.