Hundreds of clubs have closed in recent years. The decline of nightclubbing has been attributed, in part, to the smoking ban, and to relaxed licensing laws that make bars and pubs more appealing. But it has also been suggested that many young people, like Michelle, now simply prefer a night in as opposed to a night out, meeting people via online dating platforms such as Tinder instead. We received responses to our call out on clubbing, with the vast majority agreeing that a night in was now preferable to a night out. However, not everyone answered this question. The nightclub scene is also more diverse in Newcastle, catering to more genres and age groups.
The base rising into your body, rattling your heart against your rib barred enclosure. The whirling, sweating bodies all about you, everyone made beautiful by the near darkness. The satisfying freedom of swinging, dipping, popping your body absolutely on beat. And eight months afterwards the clubs first closed, we are starting to seriously miss it.
A merry disco in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany, along with a rapid Covid test requirement designed for dancing without masks. Some grew plants. Others began knitting. People were analysis and hiking and baking and binge-watching, seemingly making the best of a bad situation. This has been an elaborate yearning in my soul.
Austerely, why? What is it about affecting our bodies to a song we love that is so joyfully Pavlovian? Why do we watch videos, consume over our reflection in the kitchen window, and yes, take lessons en route for perfect something that could easily be labeled as trivial? Why do we put ourselves through the physical exhaustion and the occasional social awkwardness a minute ago to call ourselves dancers? Why accomplish we love it so?