Quote from: Violet Bloom on June 10, 2012, 05:52:13 PM
I'm sorry to hear you can't disassociate bad memories from the music. For me electronic music, and particularly Trance, have been like medicine and emotional release therapy. (Listening to the Trance Around The World radio program as I type this
) The anonymity of raves is how I learned to let go of my paralysing self-consciousness and just dance like crazy and be my expressive fun self, all completely drug-free. Psy-trance is really one of my favourite genres and I thankfully do have some good memories of a few events. I haven't been able to meet a lot of people who appreciate it or the other similar types I like. I'm pleased that we have two rather un-common things in common
Seriously - how likely was it that I would detect a TG Psy-trancer after just joining this forum?!? Crazy! 
Yes indeed, chances must be slim psy-trance being a fringe genre. Most people go "psy-what?" when I mention it

I still have a soft spot for the genre having been so deep into it. Mostly I had a deep fascination for those pulsating mechanized bass lines, so I often find myself twiddling knobs and playing around with stuff like that when I have nothing better to do, but I have a hard time going beyond that these days. I like OTT and Simon Posford though. I find their music to be quiet inspirational

It's not so much the music it self I have a problem with. Beyond my own issues at the time it was all the other stuff that went with that scene that left me with a foul taste in my mouth. It was a very much so underground thing were everyone involved eventually knew each other and it was totally messed up. Some people were okay but most were self centered deadbeats hippie types with rapidly maturing drug and alcohol addictions. People sleeping with each other left and right, stds passed from one person to the next. I was never at the center of it so I pretty much cut all ties when I left. I still have a friend that keep tabs on the scene and he recently told me that it is still going on and some of the people from the old days are still going strong. Some are dead and some I occasionally see walking around like zombies by the train station downtown looking to score. Just for the heck of it my husband and I went to check out this one outdoor party in the forrest about 6 years ago and the first thing to meet us was a screaming and sobbing girl on the ground and her bf frantically asking if anyone was a psychologist and/or if anyone had any valium to spare. Then the police helicopter with the searchlight showed up, we left and I've stayed as far away from these people as I could ever since.