|It's dead - follow the incoherence if you can
||[Nov. 25th, 2008|12:56 am]
|||||VNV Nation - Praise the Fallen||]|
So after 9 and a half years, the end was called to Dominion - the nobles showed no expressions before their decapitation at the hands of the rebels, while the peasants felt indifferent as they knew the new regime would be no different.
Seriously though, that club lasted just shy of a decade. In Dublin, for a such a small scene, that's an accomplishment. What's more is, I remember its first birthday party, and I remember the first time I went. A friend of mine asked if I wanted to join himself and his girlfriend going out. Coincidentally, the day we planned was the day before my 18th birthday - I was hoping to get in and have my last illegal drink, swiftly followed by my first legal one. Unfortunately, we had to reschedule until the next week, so I was all legal when I got in there. And last Saturday, the club opened its doors for the last time.
But, we went out in style. What was disappointing was that so few of the old crew that I knew, who weren't already part of the furniture, were there. In fact, despite about 180 people turning up to the night, it was disappointing not to see those friends that I'd made out with us, having one last fling. On the other hand, I danced like I haven't in a long time - pretentiously. It was weird being on a new dancefloor for the first and last time in one night - you see, during the year, they relocated to a new place. I kept my distance due to study and the fact that they said something about a stricter dresscode, so I was never sure if I passed muster - so it was my first time in the new venue, but also the last.
On the other hand, the music was awesome, and the people I met were cool. I saw people who I'd not seen in bloody ages - sure they weren't the faces I expected to see, but it was still fun. I saw people I didn't even think went there. I spent just as much time outside, talking with people as I did inside dancing. For a last night, it was fun.
I think it was the fact that it was a new venue that I didn't miss John - incidentally, it turns out that night was 6 months and a day after his death - if it was the old one, I'd expect him to be there. Again, he was part of the furniture of the old place... I guess that, in both cases, I won't be able to walk into the basement of Frazers (although who would do so willingly?) without thinking of the two. And by that logic, to my mind, it was more of a reunion, coming together to raise a glass to what I've already made my peace with, the idea that I'm never going back to a dingy little basement that just happened to host a club that I once called home. (Seriously, I did. When I came back from England, I never felt whole until I went there)
Of course, it wouldn't be the Irish goth scene without goths doing what they do best - arguing. Already people are proposing a replacement, and already people are bitching about it, and already I'm wondering if there's a point to me still being on that list any more. Still, in the fallout there was a mention of this blog post which I find really interesting - worth a thought on culture, especially for the yoofs of today - so it's not all bad.
(Note, I'll probably do a coherent post on some things that occured to me at some other point)
RIP Dominion - You saved my sanity... A lot.