THE WIND CRIES MARY:
Wind blows open the windows at night as we curl beneath
the covers. Rain lash the house, driving floods into the
painting studio. Standing knee deep in mud & ditch water,
raking out twig & apple damns. Water proofed against the
weather, working up a sweat, it’s as good as dancing as
the groove is carried in the wind.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
It was New Years Eve in the early 90´s (-93 or -94) when I visited my old hometown Miskolc in Hungary in hope of forgetting everything bad that happened that year and hopefully start of something new.
My 10 years younger cousins were very excited about the new rave club that some innovative organizers established in an old disused chicken farmhouse in Polgár, a village 40 minutes drive from town.
During the new year´s celebration the club was open 24 hours for several days with different DJ´s playing, if my memory serves me right. I never noticed the DJ´s to be honest, non of us did back then. It was a time when the music was more important than a DJ and the dance floor was for dancing and not for a standing crowd staring at a Mac with a man behind it.
I remember we came, we danced for hours, drove home for some food and sleep and then drove back & danced again. I even met here my old boyfriend, who also left Hungary and lived in Germany by this time & he told me that the music we all were so crazy about is German. This was the place where I heard Scooter – Hyper Hyper for the first time.
Happy dancing!
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