It is 1975 and the sound of Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs rocks the Kings Theatre in Mt Gambier, South Australia. I’m on the dance flooring misplaced to the beat, my hair flying – my physique is aware of the timing, the rhythm, as if we’re one. The music is over I open my eyes and there’s a area round me; my fellow revelers have given me room to maneuver. That’s the way it was for me in my teenagers within the 70’s. Deserted to the beat of Rock, transcending the second. Within the turbulence of my teenage years, this was my refuge, my dwelling; to bounce trance song.
In hindsight Trance has at all times been in my life, it was my connection to one thing greater than me, one thing that made me really feel good. It took me out of no matter I used to be caught in, for some time. It did not have a reputation then, the idea of Trance didn’t exist in my little world; in a city within the South East of South Australia.
A few years later after I lastly discovered Center Japanese Dance (MED) I additionally discovered Tribal and Trance. I discovered the names for this sense of oneness. The Egyptian Zaar, the top spinning, the hair flying, it was similar to being on that dance flooring, by then I had grown up, I had left that world behind and had made a brand new life with a household of my very own, in a metropolis that linked me to a much bigger world and an enormous cultural melting pot.