Welcome To The Haçienda

I’ve never really understood the concept of rave culture; surely it’s just a bunch of people dancing to some records that a DJ is playing in the distance. This is normally called a disco.

But:

It's just gone 3am. This is the second party you've attended tonight. The directions were given to the group in a confused mess of broken English and French. We're miles away from the campus, somewhere off the interstate. There's over 100 people packed into the house. You've been dancing non-stop for the past two hours. You want to fall down and die. The DJ plays another song. A wave of euphoria envelopes the crowd.

As you begin the third hour, you finally understand.