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I’m talking about the warehouse party held by the awesome French crew Par Ici featuring Leonard de Leonard, and the more recent full moon party on Lamma’s remote Coleman’s Beach. Both parties involved a bit of effort to attend – particularly the full moon party, which was a serious mission – and both were intentionally under-advertised to keep them a bit underground. But even though the organisers did everything right and word got out to the right people, the events attracted about the same number of people as The Wanch on jam night. Maybe it’s me, but I get as excited as Donald Tsang in a bow-tie shop when I see the words “warehouse party” or “full moon beach party”. Unfortunately it seems most people would rather bitch about how shit the scene is instead of supporting those people who are trying to make it better. I think it’s because we’re a bunch of spoiled and lazy bastards. Most clubbers can’t even be bothered to leave Central for a party in Wan Chai, let alone a remote beach on Lamma, and they expect a wicked party to be handed to them on a plate wherever they pay the $300 entry fee.

 

Isn’t there still a market for creative dance parties in Hong Kong? Have I become a bit of a dinosaur, a rave party version of those people who attended the Air Supply concert this month?

 

Please help prove me wrong. Haul your asses to warehouses in deepest, darkest Kowloon. Mosh with the crusties on Lamma beaches. Get out there and support those promoters who inject some diversity into our evenings, or maybe all we’ll be left with are miniskirt parties.