'allo! i used to run freeparties (or raves, depending how old you are) with the Native Beats crew

which for anyone outside europe, are illegal parties in the woods, usually on common ground, and which legally are characterised by the emission of a succession of repetitive beats.

anyway, i was at my mate's house, who still has the old soundsystem in his garage, and as is usual for a Thursday, we gathered the old crew in the area and had an ickle rave in his garage, while broadcasting on tinterweb.

last Thursday i was inspired by memories, and made a drawing of a rave in the morning after, which is my favourite bit. it's when the police have stopped hassling, the squares and chavs have gone home, and you are left with teh hardcore enjoying the early morning sun and and basking in the afterglow of what just happened. basking in freedom accomplished. that's what it looks like in my head ^^