Pearl Rochester

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Good club music is like good sex. A suggestive drum kick. A tension-building snare roll. An instantly recognizable sample looping against a cacophony of acid bass and bleepy synth, building, mounting, until there's nothing left for it to do but burst into a wash of pure Bacchanalian pleasure for the ear and body. Where it was once an underground indulgence, reserved for those who sought it out, the whole experience of the nightclub- of coming home from work or school, watching TV, napping, then showering, and getting dressed for the night ahead- is now a standard right of passage. Hands-on and participatory, clubbing serves the entertainment needs of the individual, and also manages to create meaningful moments between thousands of people at once. Whether it's singing along to a diva-driven house anthem, or prepping for the big drop in a trance epic, flashes of a nightclub glory, however fleeting, stay burned in every dancer's memory. Dancing is a primal mode of expression and communication, as old as time- clubbing is our modern update, adding fashion, style, and attitude to the mix. All this makes clubbing everyone's dirty little secret- it's a subculture in which we all participate, on some level, with its own vocabulary and set of norms. And despite very focused mainstream attention, it maintains its underground spirit. There's still something naughty and inviting about an evening out with a thousand or so of your peers, dressed to the nines, and dancing to music that by its nature, teases your primal tendencies and demands your involvement and activity. Repetitive beats will never complete the circle and dominate popular music or culture- they'll always remain just beneath the surface, providing a haven not for the rebels, but for the rebel in all of us.