Outside Fabric at 5 am there is a market without any kind of goods on display.
You pass between two narrow rows of men who try in every way to provide a comfortable ride home in a cab, an after-party in any room just opened for the occasion, a kind of sandwiches they have the courage to call hot dogs .
not ever stop working here, a beating heart at 24 24 hours, 365 days a year, continues to purchase goods, dreams, desires, and life.
London is the city more than any other has in itself the whole history of capitalism, its stages and its evolution, its victory and its contradictions. You can find and buy anything you can twist your whole life or just be passing through, the important thing is that you realize that you are alone, and that there are alternatives. About rowing against, although conspiring in a group, is still like a single person, mysterious and unknown. Choose
anonymity is the surest way to continue working from the bottom of smooth space that millions of people every day through exchange without the slightest attention.
living constantly stay on the sidelines at most, just like the rats of Banksy or low stifled Burial: music that has nothing to do with the hell that breaks out every night in any club, but accompanies the time of ' output when the sounds still echo head walking alone on the streets of London looking for a bus that brings you back any safe and sound at home.
Charterhouse Street and Farringdon road at five o'clock in the morning is so, the watershed between the shopping center waiting for tourists in the desert night and the weekend of the Metropolitan City, the perfect setting for a western post-modern halfway between Sergio Leone and Strange Days .
No movement in the background, just some machine that shoots fast and that may very well not have any driver. The ringing in the ears are those of their steps and made his breath shortness of fatigue: the cycle of 24 hours from early morning wake-up of the six and a half to reach Old Street from south of Brixton is about to end, victorious once again.
few hours earlier, that same body, the same hands, those same legs that now calling for a relaxing break, moved fast to the rhythm of drum and bass crazy. Get Familiar is the monthly event organized by the Fabric Switch and Sinden, not two names at random but one of the leading exponents of the movement of sound which is hard to find a ranking among the ghetto-tech / baile funk / hip-electro / crunk and many other labels useless. The important thing is the mass of people who can move and the new generation who are growing like mushrooms in London. Music
cafona at the right point: no regrets about that bass sound that comes completely from the spectrum, with no compromise equalizers and decibels. Getting here straight to the heart rhythm, an extreme the idea of \u200b\u200bmixing together garage, 2 step, hip-hop loops, distorted vocals, baile funk, kuduro ...
As with dubstep, a great alternative to the "dictatorship" of drum'n'bass that whole masses continues to move in London without much surprise and repeating tired.
around me a lot of kids jumping in unison with the strokes of cash: they are among the few who did not ask for a document to enter, in the face of 28 years are seen all over the angelic faces of the "thugs" that I I find the front. Far away from here many of my peers have hung on a nail business family life, and despite the anxiety that mounts in the body in the morning to the need to live daily maximum, the happiness of resisting and low vibrating in the belly compensate disturbance.
(pic by davidjennings' flickr )
