It should be noted, however, that the term "raver" is used in the pejorative, and much lore has been lost over the years in the style and deeds of the ravers themselves. Namely, that what was once a colorful drag queen or a cat-in-the-hat wearing, reflective vest adorning, gigantic stroboscopic glasses dressing wacky person on stilts ten years ago....is today a kid wearing a baseball hat, a hoodie, and big pants. [...]
That reminds me of something I thought of today: don't you think that breakers are really just closet gymnasts? Only they wear track pants instead of tights and listen to electro breaks instead of Enya, so no one will think that they're a bunch of fucking fruitcakes. But you know inside their own homes they're totally members of the Kerri Strug fan club. "Yeah, okay, whatever you say, you hardcore gangsta. See you at the meet next weekend--I mean battle. The battle. See you at the big battle. In the jungle room, with your team--I mean kru." [...]
DJs are really just custom tape makers. I used to do that when I was ten years old. I would make tapes called "Various" or "Rock Songs #1" and they would be full of select Motley Crue, Guns n Roses, AC/DC and whatever else I listened to in the late 80's that I thought was really cool at that age. Never did I think that people might want to listen to those tapes and then compliment me on the order that I arranged the music on them. I guess that's why I'm not a DJ.
This is hilarious. Some choice excerpts:
Current Music: Hanzel und Gretyl -- Mutant Starseed Creation ♬