Trance: A Passion, An Emotion & A Way of Life. By Ben Evans Part 2

Part 2

After school it was common routine to get out of class and head up the street for quick scan of any new posters or flyers that took my fancy. I had a ball! And my mates thought I was crazy, it didn’t bother me at all.

Fridays were my favorite, I think the world shares that opinion, sharing the hype of the weekend to come, but unfortunately my age forces me to scale down my weekend adventures and stick to a curfew. But hey, curfews are made to be broken right!?

One thing I absolutely hated but loved at the same time were the house parties. Shit music from start to finish. Top 40 this and Radio that. It was as though you could never escape it; but hell it was lots of fun getting that smashed drunk off a bag of goon and going off into the bushes with some random broad that you just met. We were all living in the days of innocence, where a common saying went without justification that if a guy goes out and manages to pick up a handful of girls he is a legend! But on the other hand if a girl goes out and picks up a bunch of guys she is an instant slut. Girls hated this and could never really grasp the idea of this debate as to who was the stronger sex. But; These days its all too common that the legends of the respective groups are the most insecure people of our time, the days of raging house parties have long come to close and people are following their dreams or careers and basically moving on from innocence to adulthood, leaving behind the random guy/girl they had encountered in the bushes that drunken night. Now this is where the quiet, self-kept & controlled person really shines. Watching the immediate downfall of ‘the cool group’

They were cool, and I guess they think they always will be, in their own heads that is. I have taken a lot of shit from these kinds of people all through my life, especially because of the music. Just because I didn’t like anything about them made me an instant enemy. You know how kids can be cruel, sometimes so cruel it’s impossible to comprehend nowadays. But they knew nothing; they would follow the leader, just like lemmings in a big game where if the leader falls the pack falls with them.  And this is so true in most cases that is. Sometimes it’s like a fading band torn apart by bad decisions and failing friendships, always in the grasp of the public eye, within school that is.

The funniest thing is when you accidentally bump into one of those guys that gave you hell back in school and you start chatting, most likely they are a completely different person, one you could maybe respect, if you ever gave them the time and day which in my case is unlikely. Unless they were man enough to agree on the fact that they made your life much less livable and they are sorry for it then I would make time and be happy to. But what really makes me laugh is when you see them out at a club, completely messed up and clearly unchanged. They obviously never really got it in the long run.

I guess the reason why I am telling you about these groups and the people in them is because back at school I never really appreciated what a true friend really was, because in all honesty I don’t think I ever had one, not a real, full on, best friend type of thing. I could say I suited a group of people all equally and as we all grew up different people suited by friendship and in return I suited theirs, it was easy that way. No real attachment.

You could say it’s a bit like love. I was never a ladies man. And I found it pretty difficult to approach the opposite sex and had a few little flings and a couple of dates here and there, even a couple of girlfriends. But never love, you see it in the movies, in the street but you never know what it is until it smacks you in the face and by that stage you’re locked in and neck deep in it, and its great. It’s the most amazing feeling to feel so strongly for another person, as though the rest of the world and everything in it doesn’t matter, as long as you have each other anything is possible.

Much like the love for another person there is a love for music. I am more in love with the music now than I ever have been before. My adventures down the street after school eventually lead me into a small second-hand record shop called Alley Tunes, I had no idea what songs were called, or even what to look for, but I knew what I liked and the little tab above the box of records I was looking in said nothing but “TRANCE” It was love at first sight. And when I could physically pick up a record and place it on a turntable and drift into my neverland, there was nothing greater than those 5 minutes of bliss in a small second hand record shop listening to those sweeping strings and harmonious melodies that captivated me completely.

Funny enough the track on the turntable was “Planet Perfecto – Bullet in the Gun”  And without hesitation I could take those 5 minutes home with me, and drift away at any given moment. It almost felt powerful; I mean the feeling of holding onto a piece of music so equipped with such an explosive emotion that I almost felt untouchable. Five dollars later it was mine.

To Be continued

Ben.

Oct. 4, 2005 - Untitled Comment

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