Discotech

The resounding thrum of massive stereos mercilessly beating their rhythms upon the daily ravaged boards of the dance floor inspires sensations of comfort and happiness in millions of youth. After six weeks spent hopping among the discotecas of Barcelona I willingly became a convert, a girl yearning to let loose and dance in the care free environment dominated by emotional highs, and if all goes well, drama. As the most played song on my ipod, which shares the name of this post, describes, we've been waiting a long time so let's get down. It's not prophetic, but it is a statement which captures the confined and trapped paranoia that grips even the most individualistic characters of young adulthood. Rules and direction spew from every angle, from the wanted to the desperately unwanted. We all want to escape, to momentarily loose control of our actions and avoid the unavoidable pressure that surrounds the promise a young life posseses. Of course some choose to do so through substances, others through sport and activity, and others through the discotech. If one can't understand or comprehend the pure adrenaline rush a disco can provide one only needs to listen to Young Love's "Discotech" to taste the tingling of excitement. Let go and dance.