Craziest Experiences from a Rave or Music Festival: Retrospective from an IT Tech

Craziest Experiences from a Rave or Music Festival

Back in the late 1990s, my life took an unexpected turn when I found myself caught in the heart of a late-night rave scene in San Francisco during the notorious Y2K period. As an IT support technician, work managed to intersect with my love for electronic music, leading to some of the most memorable, and sometimes hilarious, events in my life.

Encounter with the Hottie at the Red Light

One Saturday night, around four in the morning, I was on my way to work—a task that was always challenging but quite terrifying on a night when the world was envisioning potential Y2K computer disasters. My route took me through the vibrant club district of San Francisco, but little did I know, the music-infused atmosphere was about to test my patience and resolve.

After a prolonged red light, a 25-year-old clubgoer caught my attention. She seemed intoxicating and had just left one of the clubs. Without a second thought, she climbed up onto my car hood. I was a technology expert, and my job depended on my meticulous adherence to shift timings. Her exuberance for partying clashed sharply with the obligations of my professional duties. It was a mixture of chaos and amusement as I realized that declining her invitation might not be the easiest choice, but it was my duty.

"She wanted to party, and I was in the car," I remember with a chuckle. After a brief, exciting but nerve-wracking wait as she slowly grasped the situation, I refocussed on my task, parked my car, and endured the grumpy traders in the lobby as the Y2K concerns loomed.

Secrets and Supporters: The Rave Bar

On a different occasion, I frequented a smaller, more intimate club that had a loyal monthly crowd. As a regular, I was quite aware of the frequent presence of bouncers and their strict codes of conduct. However, I also knew how to toe the line, or so I thought.

During one evening, a bouncer approached me, almost shouting at me in my ear. The music was so loud; it seemed the entire venue was vibrating to the core. With a warning in his voice, he threatened to eject me and ban me from the club if I did not maintain the desired level of behavior. The situation seemed absurd, especially since I had always strived to be a good member of the community. A calm conversation and a heartfelt "understood" quickly diffused the tension. The bouncer then took me to the bar and instructed the bartender to give me a drink to keep me calm.

What followed was a fascinating game of cocktails. The bartender, who seemed to relish my cluelessness with the different drink concoctions, played a delightful game with me. I would innocently point to what others were drinking, and he would skillfully make my choice. The sheer variety of drinks, music, and the setting itself made for an unforgettable evening. What was also unique was the noise of a nearby airport runway, where planes would occasionally swoop in low, enhancing the overall experience.

Invitation on Stage: A Night to Remember

One particular night, my dancing was so abandon that I caught the attention of the crowd. Feeling energized and inspired, I decided to take my dance moves to the next level, moving without the usual professional caution. In a spontaneous decision, I was invited onto the stage, but my earlier commitment to my work left me with the choice of declining the offer. However, another tech got the invitation, which was both a relief and a blessing for that particular night.

Years later, those memories have become cherished anecdotes. Today, I get to curate my own music at home using SoundCloud. As a DJ, I can now enjoy the music without the demands and pressures that came with the rave scene. It's a new platform to share music, and I can dance while my friends join in from their homes. It's a welcome retreat from the wild nights of the club, and a testament to the fact that even the craziest experiences can lead to meaningful adjustments in life.

As always, my apologies for the length, but these stories are too good to keep to myself.