In 1996 there was a node in the space-time continuum which brought a whole paradigmatic shift within my discoursive community. It was called Wlöd, and it was the first ever underground-electronic music club here (that's Brasilia, utopia in concrete/disappointment in flesh). It was an enormous warehouse where Samba schools used to prepare their floats. Within three weeks, our small group of friends had changed a nothingness into a vortex of people, sounds and images. Very little money, a lot of love for the music. In this arena, people used to dance to Autechre, Squarepusher, Jeanette Thomas, Sweet Exorcist, Symbiosis, nature, gas, gas, woob, etc. etc. etc. We were very happy there. ........ And Roy Castle was the theme for our club. It connected everyone in it's first three slow, jazzy, sortanoisy, chunky beginning/ and when it exploded into cruchy blasting beats, the whole dancefloor would howl in pleasure and sweat sweat sweat until we were fucking wet. Wlöd was the only place ever in Brazil to have made ALL its nights an idm experience for the (heheeh)"masses". Can you imagine this in the land of lambada? Can you imagine the bloody amount of hard work it takes to deal with idm in countries where even techno is nothing but a passing fad. Sometimes you people whine a bit too much -- here in Brazil, access to all this music you take for granted is virtually non-exista(e)nt. Thankfully, things have changed a bit with the internet. But, remember, you guys -- ooop there, above the Equator -- have much more in your hands than you probably know.
hugs. pedro.