Anyone? Would anyone like to gander at what those two words mean? Up there, in my title, the two words lubb-dubb. It almost looks like one word cause there is a hyphen, and maybe it is one word. But care to guess what they mean? I’ll give you like a second to ponder >.>…..
Those two words are the words that describe a heartbeat. The rhythmic and cyclic contractions of the atrium and ventricle to push the sangre through your arteries. The reason I bring it up is that while on the dance floor some three weeks ago in Davis I discovered a new sensation. Well, not really new, but when you’re on the bus for an hour a day you have nothing better to do then think about the meaning of life and yada yada. So while on the bus, I was thinking about that sensation. I’ve felt it before, though I’ve never thought about it. This time I tried to rationalize it as best I could. What I felt was this, I felt like I was melting away on the floor. The world slowly disappeared. I stopped noticing the costumes, the darkness, the laser lights, James, Eddie, Anish, everyone started to slowly fade away and I was going into a world inhabited by dancers. We moved to the beat of the DJ, if he wanted us to clap, we’d clap and if he wanted us to jump, we’d jump. It was pretty strange, it was like he was our God and we were happy to obey cause he let us transcend the real world. He let us leave behind the worry and boredom of real life and let us be loose. To move, sway, freely to the beat of the DJ.
While I was one the bus I was thinking about this sensation. What made me feel this way? The feeling was so familiar. Nostalgic and primal. Then I thought about the beat. You know, the techno beat? That unz-unz-unz-unz-unz? It sounds an awful like a heart beat going lubb-dubb lubb-dubb lubb-dubb and so on. So I started thinking, perhaps techno reminds the subconscious of a place where we’ve all been. A place were we are all the same, where we have no gender, no bias, no prejudice. A place were we are truly the same. Can you guess such a place? She’s probably at home or at work. Inside our mothers, inside her womb. The originator of life, the place were we all come from. I know we all didn’t come from the same mother, but we were made the same way. Sperm and egg to a zygote to the uterus to a fetus. 9 months we were there developing and growing listening to the beats of life, the beat of our mother’s heart. So this is what I think. I think that on the dance floor, the beats of the DJ reminded my subconscious of the womb. It reminded me of a place where there were no worries, it allowed me to revisit a world away from this world. That is what I think, what do you think?
Marcus