Ian Loveday AKA Eon, one of the early Rave superstars (i.e. before there were rave superstars - are there rave superstars - etc) has died.
Had some fun times with Eon; out here in the wilds, hearing him through bucket bins hidden in the trees, through tinny car stereos, where the bass couldn't flow and you were just left with the samples and the tunes and the bleeps.
Maybe this is just the beginning; the old MDMA soaked ravers starting to bow out as their neurons twist and their bodies strain... an old school pandemic, gradually tearing them apart...
Perhaps more of this to come: Altern8 crumbling in front of our eyes on the Thursday night at Pilton, falling apart from the inside out,leaving just their boiler suits and enviro-masks discarded like a Joseph Beuys sculpture, or a Christo coast....
Graveyards of dummies and Vicks inhalers, day-glo whistles sticking out of the ground like swollen arms in the aftermud of the Somme...
Malfunctioning LCD t-shirts from Cyberdog, left in piles to blink out blank, cut-up, neuroded messages...
Everyone listening to the death of rave...
Eon - Spice
R.I.P. Eon...
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you might enjoy http://soundcloud.com/ninthwaver/traveling-and-folding-cotton
Had no idea that the guy had died, a little late I guess. Too bad, EON is hard core techno/rave, under appreciated imho
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