The time: 11pm. The place: Heaven Nightclub, Adelaide. The atmosphere: heady excitement.
Fresh has been promoting our power up transmission party for about 3 months, and this is the night of nights. We flick the switch, the lights come up, and the rest of Adelaide can hear us.
Dan blazes past the line, I tell him I’ll see him inside and walk towards the end of the line. I didn’t expect it to be this massive. The line stretched from the doors of heaven, along the front, around the side, and soon after I joined it, into the rear carpark. DJ Gex is doing a live cross to the studio, we freshies are nervously eyeing each other wondering just what we’ve managed to attract to the party.
I finally get in the doors, and start the drinking. There’s one guy on the dance floor, having the time of his life, when suddenly some of the biggest house tunes start cranking. There’s almost a literal stampede of people determined to dance it up, fighting, clawing and having it out tooth and nail to waggle their groove thangs best.
DJ Brendan warms it up, the party is shaking and suddenly no one can move. People are forced more and more onto the dancefloor, because that’s the only place left with any elbow room. That doesn’t last long either. I find myself dragging Dan out, he’s found Sarah (oooeer) and we’re out there having a ball. You cannot dance without running into other people.
It’s a mashup of beats and bodies, and I’m in the middle. Awesome.
The Fresh Faces crew come by, and find me, Kiaya has rocked up and we’re all shakin’ it. There’s photos somewhere. I better darned well look pretty.
Kid Kenobi has missed his flight, the freshie network informs me, but no one cares. They aren’t here for the stars, they’re here to rock on with Fresh. I see freshies old and new, and even Aza (who left Fresh for the rival Nova) has made an appearance. This is nuts, this is excitement, this is bigger than any winter enchanted because you simply cannot move.
DJs come and DJs go, the party takes on a harder edge. No Kenobi, but who needs him as Fresh’s own MPK rolls on up to the decks and brings us some of the best DnB ever. I can’t dance to it anymore, it’s too fast, it’s too furious, it’s too fun.
Kiaya and I stagger off to the back room, and before we know it we’re back out and dancing.
At some point we’ve noticed Banshee is tearing it up with the raver crews in a tiny backroom. This is the hardest of hardcore, and I’m hopelessly lured. I can’t keep the beat with my feet but it doesn’t matter, the room is pumping.
Glowsticks aflutter and giant pants abounding, Banshee is staying true to form.
I migrate back towards the main room, MPK is warming it up, and its nearly 2am. Officially we flick the switch and let fly with our new transmitter at 2am. The music quiets a bit, someone’s on the mic, there’s an expectant hush. We count it down, 10 seconds till transmission, the lights are down. 3-2-1 BAM! The fireworks go off, the room shakes, we’re live and loving it all over Adelaide.
I spent the next while chilling out and trying not to feel horribly hungover with Kiaya. 5am has crawled around and I want to book, but I’m drawn back to the main room: DJ JoSH vs Cheeky B. Upbeat candy trance is the best way I can describe it, a musical mashup of epic proportions. The room was too tired to move, but when Cheeky B dropped Cruisn we all just waved our tired little arms in the air to the trancy beats.
I crawled into bed at 6:30am, and could have stayed later if I wasn’t starting a new job @ 9 tommorrow :)
Best party in a long time…