The Silent Rave – Loud rant
Friday, September 26, 2008 by Palmer Attaway
It has been my firm belief that technology is separating human beings from the greater community as a whole, regardless of it's promise to unite us. When I was in college my world was small by today's comparison. I had friends, I had family, I had all the wonderful interpersonal connections that made life interesting. Along came the Internet with it's telnet chat and it's web pages (still mostly text and very little graphics... if any at all), and it's declaration of connecting everyone, every where. Instead, it made a very large group of moderately intelligent, pasty, twits who did nothing but chat on line and have very little interaction IRL. This was also the source of the abbreviations like IRL meaning “In Real Life”.
Those who couldn't really get into chatting decided to walk away and go straight for cell phones. Who among us can live without one. Many have turned off the home phone and use exclusively cells for everyday calls. I still own a home line, but recently decided to switch from the phone company for cable Internet instead of DSL and get a VOIP for home use. How dare I? At any rate, cell phones were meant to connect those of us not glued to a computer and they did for a while, and to some extent it's still comfortable and convenient for some to pick up a cell and call someone to chit chat or for assistance or if you're riding home on the subway and an axe wielding maniac is chasing you from car to car, or if you're sitting in a club and your girls friends have all hooked up and left and you're so drunk that you're willing to go home with the very next dude who smiles at you and you've been crying so hard about your fitness instructor Brad who said you need a few extra hours on the Stairmaster that your mascara is running and... Anyway, you could call someone.
We don't call anyone anymore though, do we. No, it's “texting” now. Instead of typing meaningless drivel on the Internet, we type meaningless drivel with our thumbs on tiny keypads while dodging cars driven by other texters in rush hour traffic. Can you imagine, some cities have passed laws to stop people from “texting” while driving? I can't drink coffee and drive much less type. These typed conversations use the very same, if not more complex, abbreviations that those afore mentioned pasty twits who used to sequester themselves for days while chatting in a MUD used. Not one hot 19 year old would have given the time of day to one of those geeks then, oh but now, it's “geek chic” because they need help figuring out how to use all the gadgets and widgets in their phones so they can “text” one another. It goes both ways too, chick geeks help their surfer boyfriends figure out how to send and receive video email or dock their MP3 players so don't look at me like I left someone out of my stereotypical rant.
Speaking of MP3 players, and getting to the point very soon, they too were meant to help us connect through sharing but I see people in Airports a couple times a month who exist in there own little microcosmic, music induced coma worlds and they're using earbuds to shield them from interaction with other human beings. Not to mention, it's illegal to share. Let's look at that, shall we? If it's illegal to “share”, how are MP3s supposed to connect us? There are some players that won't let you play anything unlicensed, sharing programs like the early Napster, Lime wire, Bit torrent (which is the bomb) have made criminals of us all. MP3 players, however, are allowing us to fight back. We still share our music. We still experience new bands or rediscover old ones and we still congregate in bedrooms, home offices, around water coolers, in parks, on school playgrounds, and yes... in airports to do these unlawful acts of willful disobedience in the name of unity.
There is a new, and legal, MP3 sharing experience that recently came to my attention. I heard about it on, of all things, a radio. NPR ran a story about Silent Raves, large groups of kids getting together and dancing as though they were at a rave, but each and every one listening to their own music and completely separate from the whole. They're synchronized events with a definite start and end time. Some are planned in secret and enacted in malls peaceful, bouncing mobs while others are highly publicized and held out in the open air. Some synchronize the playlist so that everyone is listening to the same play list, others have no playlist and resemble undulating masses of people shaped jellyfish. Drugs don't play a role as they do with so many other secret night time raves in old warehouses or abandoned schools, NO! These are real experiences with real fresh air and real sunlight!
It's a beautiful thing, really, to know the youth of America, with all the disconnections we fostered in our youth and all the high idealism of our parents influencing us, are actually making a difference and getting to know each other. They're sharing their music and their time. They're sharing their knowledge and experiences as they experience them. They're protesting everything and nothing simultaneously. They are truly connecting and that is what the technology is intended to do. Grab your iPhone, iPod, Creative Zen. Bring your Sansa, your Archos, or your Zune (maybe not). Load your playlists and fight the power. Rage against the machine. Damn the man!
Sorry, got a little over excited there. You get my point.