A mass gathering of like minded individuals all seeking to be in that ONE FAMILY from around 10pm til 6am usually taking place on weekends, unless of course a bank holiday springs up.
Ages range from teenagers to oap's and some inbetween but not many.
They seek loud music in the forms of drum and bass, happy hardcore, bassline etc etc
They will all say when questioned they have come to see a particular artist (Dj or Mc) but most of them will not remember this individuals set as they would of been too busy busting shapes, merking, silly skanking or just getting totally spandangled.
Not many ravers are satisfied until they have heard the last one and they are all dancing like spazza's at the end.
Even then it still prooves difficult to remove them from the dancefloor. As when the music is stopped they can still hear the repetitive beats playing in there brains.
Ages range from teenagers to oap's and some inbetween but not many.
They seek loud music in the forms of drum and bass, happy hardcore, bassline etc etc
They will all say when questioned they have come to see a particular artist (Dj or Mc) but most of them will not remember this individuals set as they would of been too busy busting shapes, merking, silly skanking or just getting totally spandangled.
Not many ravers are satisfied until they have heard the last one and they are all dancing like spazza's at the end.
Even then it still prooves difficult to remove them from the dancefloor. As when the music is stopped they can still hear the repetitive beats playing in there brains.
by tubsy's keyboard December 30, 2009
Get the ravers mug.Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:
Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children...
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it,
We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal.
And somewhere around 35 Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits,
Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realisations that each of us was truly born.
We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night.
Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilise and secure for us.
We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackle's and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born.
Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels.
Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands.
Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the dis-utopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in:
Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony,
Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party.
You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.
I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
by Alexandra hOytink July 3, 2006
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Ravers Ankle is a condition usually caused whilst throwing shapes or skanking in a wet location such as a foam party or booze cruise. It is similar to a lateral ankle sprain but the sufferer may not know that they have it till the following day when they are extremely hungover and unable to walk.
Symptoms include inflammation of the ankle as well as a stomach ache and headache (they are more related to the hangover).
Symptoms include inflammation of the ankle as well as a stomach ache and headache (they are more related to the hangover).
Matt: How was the booze cruise?
Sam: It was sick, got absolutely wasted and threw shapes for 6 hours. But my ankle is killing me!
Matt: Whats the matter?
Sam: I have Ravers Ankle, check this shit out?
Matt: Ouch, looks painful
Sam: It was sick, got absolutely wasted and threw shapes for 6 hours. But my ankle is killing me!
Matt: Whats the matter?
Sam: I have Ravers Ankle, check this shit out?
Matt: Ouch, looks painful
by FatSam80085 July 31, 2009
Get the Ravers Ankle mug.Person1: -singing- This is my melody, and its just the ravers fantasy!"
Person2: OMFG I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!!
Person2: OMFG I LOVE THAT SONG!!!!!!
by gnomedancer May 25, 2010
Get the ravers fantasy mug.Whilst at a social gathering (normally a sweaty club) a person exiting the toilet with toilet paper attached to one or other or both feet. A double foot infringement can also be known as Ravers Feet
by Pullinger August 4, 2018
Get the Ravers foot mug.The people who re-invented raving in the Burbs. These young people know how to rave and how to do it drunk, high, rolling or shrooming. Maybe even all at once. They Rave harder than any other kind of Raver in California. Attend all kinds of raves and LOVE the music. The best light shows you will ever recieve will be from an SP RAVER.
Person 1:I just got a sick light show!
person 2:Yea?
Person 1: Yea! Dey must be SP Ravers or something
person 2:Yea?
Person 1: Yea! Dey must be SP Ravers or something
by Alohabeezy June 16, 2010
Get the SP Ravers mug.A game popular in Colorado which 3 or more people take a variety of different pills and vitamins in an attempt to see who can take the most. Pills can range from illegally obtained, to as simple as aspirin, mixed together for the contestants to take.
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