TranceLivesOn
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Lurking here a lot has educated me in how many regulars (right word?) here, with many more nights than me under their belt, have kept up their obvious love of clubbing. This seems to be with patience, positivity and a genuine love of the island which has impressed me greatly. Reading in preparation for my trip next year has brought back a lot of memories for me and what it has meant in my life. I found this poster online of a night that my friend and I went to in 1996 and I'm feeling slightly nauseous with joyous nostalgia as I write this.
We recognised John Digweed from the Renaissance albums and "For what you dream of" Bedrock. When I think of this night I remember speckled doves, smoke machines and looking down on literally waves of people from a speaker. It was one of the last nights we went to the Hac because we had found a new club... Sankeys Soap.
We'd taken to clubbing every weekend to reduce stress. My friends father was dying and would pass away the following year. I was in a high pressured life and death job in the NHS where back then I was trained to do in one year what would now take 3. We'd wander up the back in Sankeys, meet the guy, hit the dancefloor and all that stress on the shoulders would just disappear. It may sound odd but that year we took a no-nonsense approach to it (we lightened up as both our situations changed).
We'd go to either or both of Bugged Out on Friday and Golden on Saturday night. Their was no internet to educate yourself and being doctors we deliberately kept a low profile but a chat while stitching up a raver the year previously recommended a glass of grapefruit juice only for dinner, head to the club, have one beer then water all night, barely get off the dance floor, finish at 3/4 am, drive home (my bad but this was back in the day when you could have a ciggy on the dance floor), cup of tea, bed, up at midday, pub lunch Sunday to watch the footy and back into the meatgrinder 0800hrs Monday.
Sankeys was such an awesome club (too many stories to recount) and as we went there more and more we got to know everyone in the "club". We didn't have a clue who was playing and just turned up. We became members (difficult - they passed round application forms on the one same night once a year) and watched how the queue of 10 people to get in turned into hundreds. With the multipurpose sliver of metal membership "card" you'd just walk past them all and in.
As time went by I became more trained and less stressed. We met a bigger group of doctors from Liverpool so went to Cream a lot 1997/98.
But when I look upon that year... one of the hardest but best years of my life... did a DJ save my life?
The answer has to be Yes.
We recognised John Digweed from the Renaissance albums and "For what you dream of" Bedrock. When I think of this night I remember speckled doves, smoke machines and looking down on literally waves of people from a speaker. It was one of the last nights we went to the Hac because we had found a new club... Sankeys Soap.
We'd taken to clubbing every weekend to reduce stress. My friends father was dying and would pass away the following year. I was in a high pressured life and death job in the NHS where back then I was trained to do in one year what would now take 3. We'd wander up the back in Sankeys, meet the guy, hit the dancefloor and all that stress on the shoulders would just disappear. It may sound odd but that year we took a no-nonsense approach to it (we lightened up as both our situations changed).
We'd go to either or both of Bugged Out on Friday and Golden on Saturday night. Their was no internet to educate yourself and being doctors we deliberately kept a low profile but a chat while stitching up a raver the year previously recommended a glass of grapefruit juice only for dinner, head to the club, have one beer then water all night, barely get off the dance floor, finish at 3/4 am, drive home (my bad but this was back in the day when you could have a ciggy on the dance floor), cup of tea, bed, up at midday, pub lunch Sunday to watch the footy and back into the meatgrinder 0800hrs Monday.
Sankeys was such an awesome club (too many stories to recount) and as we went there more and more we got to know everyone in the "club". We didn't have a clue who was playing and just turned up. We became members (difficult - they passed round application forms on the one same night once a year) and watched how the queue of 10 people to get in turned into hundreds. With the multipurpose sliver of metal membership "card" you'd just walk past them all and in.
As time went by I became more trained and less stressed. We met a bigger group of doctors from Liverpool so went to Cream a lot 1997/98.
But when I look upon that year... one of the hardest but best years of my life... did a DJ save my life?
The answer has to be Yes.
