I'm an 8hour man normally. In Ibiza it's 4 hours or so and that's mainly due to unexplained insomnia (or cleaners moving furniture around in rooms above)I've got to get up in just under 7 hours for work and I'm dreading it, I normally need a solid 8-9 on a weekday. How did this happen and how is it so different in Ibiza?
I'm an 8hour man normally. In Ibiza it's 4 hours or so and that's mainly due to unexplained insomnia (or cleaners moving furniture around in rooms above)
When your daughter asks can she go to a festival in Amsterdam for her 18th birthday present..
The guy who were the tequila guy lived in my apartment that summer.Simple Bar - remember the tequila bar in there late 90s , sore heads guaranteed
Remember playing Jon at pool for a few hours one afternoon in the Ship , top man
Obv very funny (and a bit too close to the bone in parts (do you know me IRL?!?)), but I'm genuinely interested in how this is going to pan out for the scene in general (not just Ibz)You're too old at 27. Thereafter you are just a reeking rave carcass, clinging on to the wreckage of misspent youth, desperately trying to remain relevant. You are just that pungent odour that sticks around at the party long after everyone else has left. You should be married and spawning mini-yous and hanging out at euro-disney or getting excited about buying wall brackets at B&Q, but instead you fantasise about still being the podium lothario in cult spanish discotheques, in your over-stretched pacha-branded vest. But the times are changing. You can't tell snapchat from snapbacks. You are so pathetically inconsequential that you still think people go to clubs to dance rather than take selfies. You think 'Spice' is something you put in your food and that anyone reading gives a flying shit about your niche Berlin dance music. But your arrogance blinds you to everything around you. You think you are still numero uno. So you go on dance forums and try to relive the past with complete strangers, in similarly advanced states of denial. You reminisce about minimal k-holes and e-shits from 2007 not realising that the Mike Posner generation have moved on to balloons (or, if The Guardian is to be believed, total abstinence). And then some arse tells you all this and destroys your illusions and you go yeah. And then you book your flight because despite everything, you just can't let go.
I get that music is changed by younger generations as they come up, but it just seems so bland now, and devoid of any real passion. It's all protein shakes and selfies
I never really liked the clubs,just the music.
I hope I get a seat..
Same as that. I've never been keen on night clubs. They are authoritarian,controlling,restrictive, devisive ,expensive and boring.
never?
like not even at Fabric or Bagleys or the Zap or Plastic People? at their peak, some of the most joyous, inclusive, communal (and not especially pricey) experiences I ever had